Another of the poems inspired by that Saturday night marathon.
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Crown of thorns
Nails pin Him to the tree
Holy sacrifice, sacred loss
Christ on the cross
The sky darkens
Thunder starts to sound
His eyes begin to gloss
Christ on the cross
At his pierced feet
Women and men stand
Mourning and distraught
Christ on the cross
So few believed
So few would listen
Will it all be for naught?
Christ on the cross
He came from heaven
To triumph over sin
To save us all from chaos
Christ on the cross
Guards jeer and laugh
For his garment
Lots they will toss
Christ on the cross
A leader of men
A Messiah for His people
Peace and love he taught
Christ on the cross
As a lamb to the slaughter
He has walked this road
The ultimate cost
Christ on the cross
He will rise again
Death cannot win
Our life He has bought
Christ on the cross
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1 comment:
I know I said this already, but I love these, Holli. They're magnificent. It does my heart good to see you writing like this for Him.
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