The Holiest Life Ever Lived By Anyone
Father your Son led
the holiest life ever lived by anyone;
did he deserve to die
in that atrocious way:
being scourged and whipped
spit on, and ridiculed?
Nobody wanted to carry
His cross but one!
Did He believe Satan's lie
that all the kingdoms
would have been His?
Father, your son had
compassion for sinners
and his forgiveness
taught us human kindness;
Christ was both human and divine,
He reopened the gate to Heaven
that whoever followed him would
have been saved and He rewarded
that believer with eternal life.
Father, don't look upon the inequity
of my sinful days, I was a snow flower
never feeling the warmth of the distant sun,
seeking pleasure in lust and greedy deeds;
I have finally awakened and realized my foolishness:
is my repentance enough to get atoned for my sins?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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