Dark the night of sin surrounds Me
Heaven hides His holy face
For the One who made the heavens
Could not offer saving grace.
Hear the cries of desperation
That reveal sin's guilt and shame?
Calvary's cross is heaven's judgment
For the curse man is to blame.
O My God! I hang forsaken!
Why must I die all alone?
Can this bitter cup I'm drinking
Through My blood for man atone?
Satan's taunts from hell oppress Me
By this awful weight of sin
But the cry, "My God forgive them!"
Offers peace that's born within.
"It is finished!" death is conquered!
As the empty tomb proclaims
Christ the Lord indeed is risen
Praise and magnify His name.
--B. Pent
4 comments:
As always, Papa, that is a beautiful poem. You have a way of putting ideas into rhyming...I envy that :)
I really miss you. When are you coming? Your Nae-Nae is waiting with lots of hugs. I love you.
This humbles me, in the best of ways... thank you, as always, for your poems.
Beautiful poem, Dad. Excellent message!
Thanks for sharing this and all the others you are writing.
Oh Papa, That as beutifull! I liked it very much.
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