Why are they doing this?
Why are they doing this?
The little girl cried,
as the spikes where being
driven into Jesus flesh;as she
witnessed the Lamb of God
being crucified.
Mother I do not understand;
is this not the man that brought
me back to life?
"Talitha cumi"(damsel arise)
He called out to me
that day;I was a sleep and His
Gentle words of Love awoke me.
Was this not the man
that healed the blind,
the sick and the lame?
Was not this God’s Son
Who proclaimed liberty in
The Father’s Name?
Yes,my Child my heart does
weep;for this is The Son Of
God;the spotless One;The Lamb
Who came to be slain...
for your sins and for mine
and for generations to come.
Dear daughter Jesus has layed
down His Life on this Cross;
He has become the Living Sacrifice.
Oh Mother I’m beginning to
understand;my heart so breaks
because my sin has done this
to The One Who so Loves me.
Yes,my Child,generations yet
to come shall remember Calvary!
Dearest Dee, this is just beautiful. Yes, we all are responsible for His death, for we all have sinned. Yet He loved us enough to lay down His life for us. Now we must pick up our lives and live for Him. I love you, Sharon
You know, Dee, I had never thought that perhaps the little girl Jesus raised to life might have been a witness to the cross that day. Surely there were many there whom Christ had healed and fed. Thanks for sharing. Thomas
25 Mar 2007
I love the imagination on this poem. I feel the same way, that there were many there, at the cross, watching as Jesus was nailed and the cross was plunked into the ground. The crying that must have gone on, by the children, the women, and some of the men whose lives Jesus had touched. Those things are left to our imagination, but I am sure there were hundreds who were crying for Jesus. Thanks for this great piece of imaginary story. I love it.
Unique perspective and wonderful message. I love how the children of God are focusing upon the Cross as Easter celebration approaches. This is a beautiful poem with a beautiful message. God bless you both. In Christ, Christian
Precious Dee - This is so tender and inspiring. I had not thought either about the children whose lives had been touched by Jesus might be there witnessing His death. Thank God there was a second part to the story: His resurrection! This is a lovely poem. In Christ's Love,
Julia
