Work of Christ on the Cross.

 The Work of Christ on the Cross

A Reflection on Isaiah 53:5, Colossians 2:14, and 1 Peter 2:24

The work of Christ on the cross—not a tragedy, but a victory,

Not a defeat, but the opening of a door to eternity.

There, in the darkness, when the sun refused to shine,

Love completed what the law could not define.

But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed. (Isaiah 53:5)

The cross—where justice and mercy kissed,

Where the debt of every sinner was dismissed.

The written code, with its decrees against us, was nailed to the tree.

The charge of guilt was canceled; the guilty were set free.

He forgave us all our sins, having canceled the charge of our legal indebtedness, which stood against us and condemned us; He has taken it away, nailing it to the cross. (Colossians 2:14)

The work—not a moment of divine defeat,

But the triumph of the Lamb, the enemy's final defeat.

He who knew no sin became sin for us,

That we might become the righteousness of God, glorious and thus.

By His stripes, we are healed. By His blood, we are cleansed.

By His death, we are reconciled; the ancient war has ended.

The veil was torn, the holy place thrown open wide.

Now every trembling soul can come and in His presence hide.

“He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by His wounds you have been healed.” (1 Peter 2:24)

It is finished—the cry that shook the grave,

The declaration that the Son had come to save.

No more sacrifices, no more blood of goats and bulls.

The work of Christ on the cross forever fills our souls.

So I stand at the foot of the cross—not in despair, but in awe.

I see my sin, but I see more: the love without a flaw.

The work of Christ on the cross—my hope, my only plea.

Nothing else can save me. He did it all for me.

Amen.