Jesus

Jesus The blood dripped from His forehead mixed with the tears Of His sad eyes, all for me. The crown of thorns bore my evil thoughts. I put it there; He felt the pain of every sin I had committed. I wept, He was mocked with my words, spit on by my arrogance. The beard ripped from his sweet face from my disobedience. I wept, Lash after lash with a whip made of my choices of the world, Taring into his precious body with my hand of hatred. I wept, They laid Him on a cross made from my hard heart, Over and over, they drove nails created from my anger into His beautiful hands and feet. I wept I watched Him hanging there enduring the pain of my sin, His blood spilling for me. He looked at me with His warm eyes and through the pain He smiled. It is finished, He humbly whispered. I wept, My sin debt paid! With his last breath birthed a new covenant. It was not over, as many thought. Oh, how I wept. Susan D Perry