Distance
The time approaches,Advent is nigh
That innocent child, sent from on high,
Will to our sinful earth descend
And for our sad sins meet his end
Out of the death of crucified Christ
Has for us our redemption sufficed
Had not that man ever been born
We would not of our sins be shorn.
Since then our world has grown
Tired of the road He has us shown
Now we live adrift and rudderless
Pain abounding, lives in a mess
That time approaches ,Easter soon nigh
When chocolate eggs we will all buy
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
