His Last Days
Following our precious Savior
on his journey to the cross.
We don’t know where we are going
or the over whelming loss.
We are shouting “Halleluiah”
as we hold palm branches high,
unaware our blessed Savior
knows He’s going forth to die.
At betrayal in the garden
He still heals the soldier’s ear
and before it even happens
He’s forgiven Peter’s fear.
On the Cross, he asks forgiveness
for all those who caused his death.
Forgiving of wicked sinners
was Lord Jesus to his death.
By: Joyce Johnson 4/6/11
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