Jesus Made the Worst Sacrifice

Jesus' birth was novel
All about Him was divine 
He preached the gospel 
For the world to be safe

On the Cross, He was nailed 
With a thief, He was crucified 
Like a thief, He was brutalized 
Committed no sin but punished 

On it, he died 
In His own blood 
Till the third day 
And resurrected 

Through him millions know God 
With His name yokes get broken 
He had made the worst sacrifice
His resurrection calls for celebration 

Jesus neither milked His followers 
Nor deposited tithe in private accounts 
Owed no personal estates or cathedral
Let's lead, love and live like the Christ
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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April 24, 2019 at 12:12 PM
I was thinking of this. Meaning Christ hung out in No Catherdals. The simplicity of his life is totally overlooked. Panagiota Great poem Quite unique
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