Apon that Tree
As I looked upon my Savior
Bleeding on that tree
I wondered why he loved me
So much he'd die for me
I had betrayed him
So many times before
My sins had put him there
On his brow a crown of thorns
Beat into his Holy flesh
Were nails
In his hands
In his feet
His hands out stretched
Out stretched on that cross
For me
Oh Why would he do such a thing?
For someone such as me?
A sinner
Cheater
Liar
Hater
Oh why was he on that cross
When the real criminal was me?
His Holy flesh was beaten and torn
While mine was being washed clean
With his blood
Flowing beneath the tree
He washed me clean
Why, oh why did he do this?
Because he loves you
And me
Yea, so that's it. Please honestly tell me what you think of it, what I should change, etc...
Thanks!
Mikayla
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ReplyDeleteHey! Nice blog:) And really, really nice poem:)
ReplyDelete- Libby x
Thanks girls, I appreciate your input. =)
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