The Real Meaning of Love
I have never been to Calvary Nor trod Jerusalem’s path
I did not suffer the crown of thorns nor felt the Roman’s wrath
I did not see Judas’ kiss as he betrayed our Lord
Nor Peter’s thrice denial of the Master he adored
I never felt the weight of the Cross nor heard the jeers of the crowd
I never flinched when He passed by
His body bloodied but unbowed.
His hands and feet were pierced with nails but I was not there to see
The agony He suffered as He lay dying on the tree
But although I was not there to help Him on his way
I cling to the last words He uttered on that day
For He forgave his captors...forgave us sinners too
There is no greater love than this...
He gave his life for you!
Copyright2002 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
For Brian's Aspect of Love Contest
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