Poetry

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Broken and spilt
Out;God’s precious
Lamb.
Broken and spilt
Out at Calvary.

I see Him carrying
The Cross.
I see Him wearing
the crown of
thorns.

I see all the horror
that awaits God’s
Perfect Lamb,beaten
and scorned...

No silver or gold
to place at His
Precious Feet.
No treasures for
The Son of God;

Only nails to be
embedded into
His Precious flesh;
His Hand’s and Feet.


Lifted high upon
A Tree; The
Lamb of God
Broken for
you and for
me.

Broken and spilt
Out.God’s Awesome
Love Displayed.

Jesus’ Precious
Blood did flow;
to the depth;
into our souls.

Broken and spilt
Out the Precious
Lamb came to take
away our sins.He
Came; The Great
I AM.

A crown of thorns;
Placed on His head;
have been exchanged
For a Royal Diadem.

For The Lamb of
God, The Great
I AM now reigns
In Heaven. In
All His Glory.

For we are His
earthen vessels;
His holy treasures
that come to
Worship before
His Nail Scarred Feet.

To bring before
Him humble
anointed offerings
of silver and
gold,our heart’s
our worship
from our
Redeemed
souls.

Inspired by God

Copyright © 2005 Mrs.David Jobes(Dee)

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