The poem, “The Cross as Throne: Christ’s Blessed Love Vanquishes Sin in Redemptive Majesty”, portrays Good Friday as Christ’s enthronement on the cross, a paradoxical throne of sacrifice and victory. Vivid imagery—thorned crown, bloodied robe, nail-pierced hands, and quaking earth—conveys the sorrow and majesty of His sacrifice. Rhetorical questions ponder the love, mercy, and power flowing from this throne, redeeming humanity. Faithful hearts envision Christ’s sovereign gaze and hear His triumphant cry, “It is finished.” The poem closes with a bold declaration of Christ’s victory over Satan’s claim, blending solemnity with exultant hope, proclaiming the cross as the eternal source of light and freedom.

On barren hill, no palace stands,
Yet there a throne, by nail-scarred hands.
Its beams of wood, with blood adorned,
A kingly seat, by suffering torn.

What sacrifice does this throne bear?
What love descends through anguished air?
The crown of thorns, a jagged crest,
Proclaims a King whose love is blest.

Through dust and cries, the heavens mourn,
A robe of crimson, tattered, worn.
What scepter falls from pierced embrace?
What mercy flows to save the race?

The earth grows still, its heart does quake,
As shadows flee for light’s own sake.
The King’s own breath, a final vow,
Binds broken souls to freedom now.

What power breaks the serpent’s chain?
What glory rises through the pain?
The throne of wood, with blood-stains bright,
Reveals a dawn beyond the night.

In faithful hearts, they see His gaze,
A sovereign love through darkened days.
“It is finished,” His edict rings,
A victor’s cry that heaven sings.

No mortal crown could bear such might,
Yet on this throne, the world finds light.
Where death once ruled, the cross holds reign,
Christ’s triumph casts out Satan’s claim.