Poetry

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At the proper time,
When we are helpless;
We will pay for crime,
Unless we confess.

But Christ died for us,
Died for you and me;
On the cross as thus,
A disgrace to see.

Finding one to die,
For a sinning race;
It would be a lie,
You would not embrace.

For it would be rare,
One to sacrifice;
And beyond compare,
For someone that nice.

But for showing love,
As what God has done;
Sacrifice thereof,
His one and true Son.

The blood has given,
Approval from God;
To enter Heaven,
When shown we do laud.

The death of His Son,
Saves us from anger;
From past God had done,
As roaring tiger.

The death restored,
A relationship;
If loved and adored,
For companionship.

Jesus our Lord,
Allows us to brag;
And not be ignored,
By flying His flag.

C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer

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