The Cross of Compassion
by Deborah Ann Belka I cried the day I was told, I wailed, I bawled, I groaned I cried when they killed Him I wept, I sobbed, I moaned. I cried when I found out, He was crucified - to save me I cried when I discovered in His death, I would be free. I cried when I first knew, His life was love - purely justified I wept, I wailed, I sobbed the day I heard Jesus died. I cried when I received, the gift of His eternal passion I cried when I found my hope on the Cross of His compassion. I cried the day I finally saw, the blood stains on His face I wept, I sobbed, I moaned for my shame - in God's grace. Copyright 2019 Deborah Ann Belka [email protected] www.hiswingsshadow.com http://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/ TO GOD BE THE GLORY! Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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