Jesus Died On a Tree
He was born into this world,
Came to do His Fathers’ work,
He healed those who were sick,
The crippled walked without sticks,
He gave the blind their sight
So they could see the light
As He taught His father’s words
And did His father’s work.
He cast out many devils
From their physical hotels,
He calmed turbulent waves
And raised some from their graves,
Before His final ordeal
Jesus ate his last meal
With the apostles He chose
And the wicked would oppose.
He bled from every pore
For both the rich and the poor
Wherever they may be
On land or across the sea,
Wearing a crown of thorns
He walked a path well worn,
Then they nailed Him to a tree
Where He died for you and me.
Jesus died on a tree,
He died for you and me.
What have you done for Him?
What have you done for Him?
Copyright © Tracy Henderson | Year Posted 2020
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