Poetry

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Have you seen my Jesus,
Stretched out on a Cross.
Bleeding , scourged and broken,
Dying for the lost.

Have you seen my Jesus,
Walking among men.
Resurrected , Living Hope.
Rising up again.

Have you seen my Jesus,
Holding out His arms.
Strong and warm,
Against life's storm,.
Offering such calm.

I can see my Savior,
When ere I close my eyes.
Loving me, so tenderly,
I cannot help but cry.

You see I am a sinner.
Nothing I have done,
has ever made me worthy
for The Blood of God's Own Son.

We were the ones who spat on Him,
and spit on Him today.
We were crying 'Crucify'.
when Love got in the way.

Yet still He chose to bear the nails,
Still does, by all we do.
Washing His Blood from our hands,
Forgiving me,
and you.

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