No Pardon For Jesus
I never cease to be amazed
When in the morn the sun is raised
To brightly light our lovely land
A present wrought by God's own hand
They mocked his short eventful life
His miracles, did not heed
Instead, they likened them to some
Performing sorcerer's magic deeds
His father there in Heaven
Saw they did not understand
He told His Son that He must die
To save this sinful land
They beat Him with a leather whip
His back now scarred and raw
He knew now that His time would come
On an early Easter dawn
Upon His head they placed a crown
Of sharply pointed thorns
That cut into His wrinkled brow
On Crucifixion morn
He wearily strode up to the hill
As though in a fog
They tied each hand and nailed his feet
To a cross of roughhewn log
They raised His cross so very high
His soulful eyes rose to the sky
He said, I give my life, in this place
To save from sin the human race
Yet, on that hill on Easter morn
God's son was killed, and the world was warned
He died for all, for every man
To live sin free upon His land
And to mankind who do not believe
They should go down on bended knee
And ask our Father from above
To forgive our sins with Fatherly love
There isn't much He asks of us
To live forever without a fuss
Love thy neighbor as if they are kin
Open up your heart, and let Jesus in
Once you do, your life will change
And you'll no more have the sinner's rage
A life or beauty and fulfillment you'll see
When you believe His words, "COME, FOLLOW ME!
Copyright © George D. Miller | Year Posted 2020
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