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My Savior
A man called Jesus, was nailed to the cross.
His head hung low with sorrow.
His arms were stretched out and hands nailed to the wood.
His feet crossed and nailed together.
His side was pierced by a sword.
His precious blood seeped from his body and fell to the ground below.
He looked upon the people who watched him on this day.
He prayed to his Heavenly Father.
The clouds rolled in and the day became as night.
His voice filled with pain and agony said, "Forgive them for they know not what they do."
His mind and body seen and felt every sin that had been, was and was going to be.
Looking toward Heaven, Jesus said, " It is finished."
Surrendering to his Father's will, he gave his own life for you and me.
Written By: Hillbilly Girl
May 23, 2011
A man called Jesus, was nailed to the cross.
His head hung low with sorrow.
His arms were stretched out and hands nailed to the wood.
His feet crossed and nailed together.
His side was pierced by a sword.
His precious blood seeped from his body and fell to the ground below.
He looked upon the people who watched him on this day.
He prayed to his Heavenly Father.
The clouds rolled in and the day became as night.
His voice filled with pain and agony said, "Forgive them for they know not what they do."
His mind and body seen and felt every sin that had been, was and was going to be.
Looking toward Heaven, Jesus said, " It is finished."
Surrendering to his Father's will, he gave his own life for you and me.
Written By: Hillbilly Girl
May 23, 2011
I have not written for some time. This came to me this morning and I wanted to share.
I wanted to be more discriptive, but I could not put it into words.
Maybe this poem is meant to be simple and plain.
I only hope and pray that it will bring comfort and peace to those who read it.
I can tell you this, "If it were not for Jesus dying for my sins and walking with me through this life, I would not be where I am today. I would not have all that I have either. He has blessed me so much, more than I deserve."
Jesus paid the ultimate price for us all when he died on that old rugged cross.
I wanted to be more discriptive, but I could not put it into words.
Maybe this poem is meant to be simple and plain.
I only hope and pray that it will bring comfort and peace to those who read it.
I can tell you this, "If it were not for Jesus dying for my sins and walking with me through this life, I would not be where I am today. I would not have all that I have either. He has blessed me so much, more than I deserve."
Jesus paid the ultimate price for us all when he died on that old rugged cross.
© 2011 - 2024 Hillbillygirl
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This is so good. It touch me so. Do you have any poems about daughters? Mine just left me to move on with her life. My arms feel so empty I dont know how to express my feelings as I think of her from the day the doctor handed her to me and the time that has just flown by.