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Poem written 04/08/2012


Submitted:Apr 8, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


When they took Him off the cross they showed Him who was boss

but He turned the tables around

In the dark of the storm the veil had been torn

from the temple's top to the ground

It wasn't that He failed when the Romans had nailed

Jesus to a tree

While He was in pain in the pouring down rain

He was thinking of you and me.

Of you and me, though we hadn't been born

Of you and me, on that glorious morn

For you and me, the Savior He came

For you and me He didn't die in vain.

He arose upon the third day and right before He went away

He showed Himself to the chosen few

Some they doubted and some they believed

just like me and you

It wasn't that He failed when the Romans had nailed

Jesus to a tree

While He was in pain in the pouring down rain

He was thinking of you and me.

Of you and me, though we hadn't been born

Of you and me, on that glorious morn

For you and me, the Savior He came

For you and me He didn't die in vain.

From Peter to Paul whose name had been Saul

separate roads they traveled each town

In the light on his face a veil had been placed

over Saul's eyes as he fell to the ground

It wasn't that He failed when the Romans had nailed

Jesus to a tree

While He was in pain in the pouring down rain

He was thinking of you and me.

Of you and me, though we hadn't been born

Of you and me, on that glorious morn

For you and me, the Savior He came

For you and me He didn't die in vain.





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