No Death Compares.....
"Oh, my precious Lord..please don’t die!"
"Just over us?" "We are not worth it!" I cried.
"We are sinful and not worth a glance!"
"Why did you choose to give us another chance?"
Your blood runs crimson down that cross!
I did not understand….I was at a loss.
With tears in my eyes, I looked up at your face..
Stained dried blood, I wanted to wipe leaving no trace.
You heaved and casted out your last breath.
I wanted to take you down and to have taken your death.
"I can never take this pain and suffering I have caused you!"
"Lord, I feel ashamed of what I have put you through."
I bow down on my knees, praying forgiveness for my sins.
You whisper in my thoughts that you will rise again!
I fell asleep, feeling ashamed that somber day...
When those soldiers came and took you away.
Your hand rose me up gently from my slumber...
"Lord..forgive me, forgive me!" I cried like a beggar!
"I have died for you and all of mankind."
"Your sins are forgiven!" Those words were a sign.
"Go and tell others of what you have witnessed this hour."
Scrambling to my feet, I went to tell others feeling empowered.
Copyright © Erin Werner | Year Posted 2009
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