The Passion
The Passion
They called it “The Passion”—
His passion for lost souls;
Crucified and murdered
For so called religious goals.
Christ’s passion for the hurting,
Tempest-tossed soul;
Sacrificed His earthly life;
Man’s eternity His goal.
Chorus
The Passion and the cross
Is a story to be told,
Until this world ends
And judgment unfolds.
A carpenter turned preacher
With no sword in hand
Was led to His death
By Judas’ evil band.
Taken in the evening
From Gethsemane’s garden;
Hung from a cross
That we may be pardoned.
To be cruelly beaten
Without human reason;
Mocked and spat on
In a prophetic season.
Made to wearily carry
His instrument of death;
A heavy wooden cross;
Laboring for breath.
Crucified with wood and nails,
The objects of His trade,
Because He preached His Father’s love;
His Passion was forbade.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
Featured in my Easter Poem’s Book published 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
Copyright © Maureen Lefanue | Year Posted 2012
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