Him
With thorns impressed in his head
Crucified he was left for dead
His name & those that came before him....
Hung on a cross, he was slain
in time, he'll come again.
He rose from the dead
He gave his blood, so we'd be fed
The reason we live, is through him,
just ask and you will be forgiven.
He's seated with God in Heaven,
waiting to return to Earth.
His words lives on, his teaching
are taught to us from birth.
he is with us today
in his own way
seek him, before
it's too late.
just ask him for forgiveness
David J. Caldera
12/20/87
Copyright © David Caldera | Year Posted 2008
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