Crucified

Each time I look toward heaven and see a falling star. I say a simple prayer to God. for keeping me thus far. Through closed eyes I visualize Jesus, hanging on sins tree. Bearing the sin of the world dying for you and me. They nailed His hands and pierced His side such a terrible sight I see. At that moment His blood was shed one drop fell on me. Jesus had such love within Him A love, genuine and true. In death saying, "Father forgive them; for they know not what they do." Through a falling star I'm allowed to see that life is much the same as then. If willfully we disobey His will we crucify Him again.