My Savior
My Savior
Written: by Tom Wright
7-20-2016
It was an overcast day on Golgotha’s hill,
Where three forlorn crosses remained alone.
One awaiting Jesus, whose blood would spill,
And for the sins of man this would atone.
They nailed his hands and pierced his side,
As he hung that day between two thieves;
His connection to man couldn’t be denied,
Making us a promise through His aggrieves.
That should we go to this place called hell,
We would arrive there by our own choice.
To burn eternally not for some short spell,
The judgment for heeding not Jesus’ voice;
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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