He lay on the cross with arms spread
And hands nailed. His head dropped
With Inability to hold it up on his own.
With thorns surrounding his skull, only he
Could describe the agony for which his
Temple was suffering. A spike was violently
Forged through those feet of many traveled miles.
With no strength to hold up his frame to cease the
Tearing of his muscles, he suffered as he watched
The ascent of the sun and it's rapid descent to
Night. His side was savagely pierced to cease the
Rhythm of his sacrificial heart. Our Christ
Suffered for our iniquities, not his. Such love he has
For the children of God. Jesus endured such torment
To cleanse our hearts. Isn't this reason enough to make
A simple sacrifice to live heavenly for our Lord?
By, Michael A. Wiggs
Inspirational writings to feed your soul with thoughts of God. If you are down, these writings with lift you up and bring a smile to your face.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
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