Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Mar 26, 2012 12:22:29 GMT -5
A poem about Jesus’ death, resurrection and ascension.
By Hilary Freer
It was not the cruel nails in His hands and feet
That held Him on the cross,
Nor the soldiers on the ground,
Who for His robe a coin did toss,
Nor the jeering crowds shouting “crucify!”
It was to save us, He suffered and did die.
He came from Heaven above,
To tell us of His Father’s love.
When He died, on that tree,
In His body, He took our sins,
And paid the penalty.
On the third day He rose again,
He conquered death and hell and now in Heaven,
With His Father, He does reign.
His love for us we cannot measure,
His love it is our greatest treasure.
So Jesus, on our bended knee,
We confess our sins, ask forgiveness from Thee.
We love You our Saviour and Lord,
And one day we shall see You-
What a Glorious day that will be
When we shall worship You for all Eternity.
But while we are on earth dear Lord:
Teach us how to watch and pray
Please walk beside us, every day!
© Hilary Freer
By Hilary Freer
It was not the cruel nails in His hands and feet
That held Him on the cross,
Nor the soldiers on the ground,
Who for His robe a coin did toss,
Nor the jeering crowds shouting “crucify!”
It was to save us, He suffered and did die.
He came from Heaven above,
To tell us of His Father’s love.
When He died, on that tree,
In His body, He took our sins,
And paid the penalty.
On the third day He rose again,
He conquered death and hell and now in Heaven,
With His Father, He does reign.
His love for us we cannot measure,
His love it is our greatest treasure.
So Jesus, on our bended knee,
We confess our sins, ask forgiveness from Thee.
We love You our Saviour and Lord,
And one day we shall see You-
What a Glorious day that will be
When we shall worship You for all Eternity.
But while we are on earth dear Lord:
Teach us how to watch and pray
Please walk beside us, every day!
© Hilary Freer