Poetry

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Covered with the robe of righteousness
His blood poured out for me
Sinless God, our Jesus man
Tortured, bled and died to free

His wounded side for those not there
His heart, broken for you , for me
Not one bone touched, nailed on that cross
Raised up on the splintery tree

Penalty paid for liberty
Priceless freedom He gave
We need but ask forgiveness now
Our creator came to save

His wounds overflowed
Jesus’ heart did break,
Pierced by satan’s Roman spear
Killed. Scarlet flowed. An earth erupting quake.

Scattered disciples, Mary wept.
They entombed and buried him.
The lamb of God, prefect One
He who knew no sin.

He’d restored the lame,
Given sight to the blind
Healed the sick,
Touched the demonized mind

And these life deeds
Love freely gave
And then was
Sentenced to His grave

Red garnet, scarlet, flowing down
For the crucifiers to see
Did death really win, that terrible day
Or did He die to set me free?

(C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits.

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