Who Was This Man
Who was this man who came to earth to help us one and all? Who was this
man who loved us so for us HE took the fall? Who was this man who walked
the earth in spirit and in truth? Who was this man with humbleness, so
strong, did nothing wrong, was always right but laid down HIS life for us
at Pilite's throne?
Was this the man the Grama spoke of in her stories of Joseph, Mary and Ruth? Was
this the man that Ma referred to when in my youth I'd complain, Ma, I try to treat
every body right but bad thing always seem to happen to me an people scandalize my
name: Mom's reply would always be, "Child, sit down and listen to me. They did
the same to Jesus Christ, a perfect man, no sin at all; For us this man, this
perfect man, for us HE gave HIS all:
HE lived HIS life as if HE were HE were poor when HIS FATHER has riches galore:
HE walked along the dusty streets bending down many times a day: He bent down to
pick up spirits of those who spirits were low; HE bent down to pick up broken
hearts putting joy where there was once woe; HE bent down to pick up dirt for
mud to restore sight to the blind; Then lastly, my dear daughter, HE bent down
to lie upon a cross to die for your sins and for mine.
Copyright © Joyce Ashton | Year Posted 2005
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