Sheree Beasley Poet I do not know?

Vow

I remember You
that day
What You did upon that cross
Bore the burden
Bore the weight
What I’ve done was at Your cost

I remember You
and Your crown
each thorn ripping at Your flesh
The one You wear is different now
A crown of life
Instead of death

I remember you
at seventeen
Your wounded heart
bound by fear
In that pew
only I knew
The vow you made
no one could hear

I remember you
at thirty-three
The age I was when crucified
From a womb yet to be
It was worth it that I died
You were worth my having died

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Beata Agustin September 11, 2026 at 1:34 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A March 26, 2016 at 9:21 PM Sheree Beasley, you've expressed yourself well, I like the way you ended the poem. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry when you have time. Happy Easter ** LOVE LINDA

Skat A August 10, 2015 at 6:45 PM SHEREE, a wonderful read.... LOVE *SKAT*

Monterey Sirak June 8, 2013 at 10:06 AM I am in awe of the faith and incredible talent it took to write this. Beautiful and supremely well done.