Inspirational Poetry
12 Mar 2006
My God, my Lord though crucified that day,
Did not despise nor seek to save Your face,
On those that led you on this brutal way,
That we ourselves might find salvation’s grace.
The thorns quite sharp were forced upon Your head,
And cutting deep, they pierced like sharpened pins,
And on Your holy face the tears they bled,
All this for man’s rebellion and grave sins.
Oh Lord, You cried out Abba, “Dost Thou see?”
The pain wracked agony that tears My bone,
Because of me You bore this misery,
That I might be with You one day alone.
For this I love You, let no man deny,
Your cross which on Golgotha lifted high.
Joe Pagano
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