POEM FOR GOOD Friday |
}HE DIED ON THE CROSS > make book} LINK ITEM 2039589 to spiritual folder2106808 add to writing a journal with WDC project4. ' He Died On The Cross For my sins he was condemned today And they mocked and made him pay Into his hands and feet they nailed Then on a cross he was impaled. The soldier was impatient for my lord to die They heard the last words he cried 'Father forgive them.' He sighed Bowed his head and died. The Centurion thrust the spear into his side Blood and water flowed and he called 'The King is dead.' A splash of blood sprayed on to his head. A feeling of sadness came over him Then the skies began to dim The world was saved from sin. |