Post by poetsunshine on Apr 16, 2010 12:38:31 GMT -6
Jesus Suffering
Dear Jesus, I stand in awe, of what you
did for me.
The day that you suffered and died on
that cruel tree.
I can not even comprehend, the suffering
you did for us all.
As I see you beaten, and spit upon, as
under the load, you fall.
It is no wonder, that the Father had to
turn away.
He couldn't stand to see you suffering,
as for our sins you pay.
How you must suffer a new now, and
abhor.
As you see this old world, worse than
it was before.
Sin and disgrace, running rampage all
over the land.
War, trouble and strife on every hand.
We are now, living in the days that the
bible speaks about.
Because, these are dangerous times
there is no doubt.
What an awful price, that you had to
pay.
As for this whole world, you had made
A way.
No Jesus, I can never, never repay you
for what you did for me.
That day, up there on that cruel tree.
Written By Esther Shoemake
March, 5th 2004.
Dear Jesus, I stand in awe, of what you
did for me.
The day that you suffered and died on
that cruel tree.
I can not even comprehend, the suffering
you did for us all.
As I see you beaten, and spit upon, as
under the load, you fall.
It is no wonder, that the Father had to
turn away.
He couldn't stand to see you suffering,
as for our sins you pay.
How you must suffer a new now, and
abhor.
As you see this old world, worse than
it was before.
Sin and disgrace, running rampage all
over the land.
War, trouble and strife on every hand.
We are now, living in the days that the
bible speaks about.
Because, these are dangerous times
there is no doubt.
What an awful price, that you had to
pay.
As for this whole world, you had made
A way.
No Jesus, I can never, never repay you
for what you did for me.
That day, up there on that cruel tree.
Written By Esther Shoemake
March, 5th 2004.
