| A Jesus Poem To thinksometimes of the pain you suffered,
those nails that peirced though your human skin.
The skin that was made human many years ago.
Which once was not.
Your life was sinless,
the only Savior for the world.
The only one who could.
The thorns that peirced your human skull,
the blood that poured to show the price you paid.
The love that poured out for us.
The whip that slashed your back to show,
to show what you would do so that we would be with you for eternity.
The mocking and spitting you took from the sinners who did not know,
the price you paid.
The mocking that would go way over what we could bare.
Now we thank you Lord for the pain you suffered. |