cold

After all this bitter cold that we've had 

lately, this poem really grabbed my heart.

It's called "Cold Calvary" by John Piper, and 

I found it on his blog.  Food for thought.

Did you know that on the night he was betrayed
Jerusalem was cold?
Did you know that it was cold?

When he broke his sweat and beads of sorrow rolled
Hot-steaming down his face,
Did you know that it was cold?

When the heart of Judas burned with greed, and sold
The priceless Son of Man,
Did you know that it was cold?

When his lips all pale and hot with terror, told
The soldiers who Christ was,
Did you know that it was cold?

When the voice beside the fire accused, “Behold!
You too were one of them!”
Did you know that it was cold?

When the priest boiled over, and his god extolled,
“This man has spoken blasphemy!”
Did you know that it was cold?

When the heart of Pilate failed, and he paroled
Barabbas, at the dawn,
Did you know that it was cold?

When our Maker hung with burning shame, and bold
Men cried, “Now save yourself,”
Did you know that it was cold?

And when Joseph took his bloody flesh to fold
It in the linen cloth,
Did you know that it was cold?

Surely, surely, if you know, though all the gold
That is, be offered you,
Never will your love grow cold?

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