A Poem For Easter Sunday

His love ran wild

On a hill outside Jerusalem

They crucified the Lord

They pierced his hands and feet with nails

His blood for us was poured

But why did he die such cruel death

Upon that cursed tree

He died to bear the sins of men

He died for you and me

 

It wasn’t nails that held him there

As the world turned dark

The crown of thorns upon his brow

Left a cruel mark

His blood poured out, his life he gave

My sin upon his head

It was his love that held him there

As the ground turned red.

 

When Jesus died upon that tree

he paid the price for me

My sin upon his shoulders

He died to set me free

Such sacrificial love,

so full and so wild

It simply says I love you,

You are my precious child.

 

By Sam Fentern 

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