The Christian Coroner

by Alex Reece
(Fort Wayne, IN)

The Christian Coroner does his autopsy on the mangled body before him.
The holes in His wrists, the break in His heart; He simply cannot ignore them.
“It’s finished,” His last words, are written on his heart,
Along with “Forgive them,” all inscribed, from the very start,

The cuts and tips of thorns make it all too clear:
Love for this Savior couldn’t be found, he was alone with his fear.
The reason for His death is driven into his wrists,
Pilate could tell you, Mary could tell you, the evidence exists.

The scourging’s scars, His Father far, The Coroner looks in disbelief,
“How could they leave Him, He still will free them, He will bring relief.”
The Christian Coroner doesn’t understand why he did His selfless act.
He wasn’t there; He didn’t stare into the love that always had our backs.

The Christian Corner found more than a body: He found a perplexing mystery,
Of why he saved us, how he paid us; The Coroner found our history.
He wonders who would do such a thing, and we seem not to care,
He cannot find out why we sinned, and selfishly nailed him there.