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Suzan Satchell Poem
"And Sitting Down, They Watched Him There"
And sitting down, they watched Him—
The Son of God upon the tree,
A rugged cross not carved for Him,
But meant for someone just like me.
They gazed and stared, but never knew
The weight He bore, the love so true.
That cross was mine by every right,
Yet in His mercy, love took flight.
He took my place, He bore my shame,
The spotless Lamb, the sinner’s name.
They should have seen me lifted high,
But Jesus chose instead to die.
They sat and watched with empty eyes,
Blind to the truth, deaf to the cries.
But had they seen with hearts aware,
They would have known God’s grace was there.
They would have seen unfailing love,
Descending from the throne above.
They would have seen what I now see—
The King who died to set me free.
They saw His face—bruised, torn, and marred,
Yet missed the hands forever scarred.
They saw His body wracked with pain,
Yet missed the joy that death would gain.
He bore the nails, He took the scorn,
The weight of wrath that I had worn.
He chose to leave His royal throne,
To suffer in the dark, alone.
Not robbery did He consider
To stoop so low, to save a sinner.
And still they watched, but never knew
That every breath He drew was true—
Each gasp, a gift, each groan, a prayer,
A door to life flung open there.
They saw the cross, but not the key
That opened gates of eternity.
So now, when I behold that tree,
I see the One who died for me.
I see my Savior—gentle, mild,
Yet strong enough to save His child.
I see the blood, the thorn-pierced brow,
The Lamb of God, who bears me now.
I see the cost of love so vast,
A present gift that holds me fast.
And so, I bow with grateful heart,
Embrace the grace He did impart.
I cling to love poured out so free—
The best of Him, now lived in me.
I embrace His mercy, pure and wide,
I embrace the Savior crucified.
I embrace the cross—my humble place—
Where guilt is met with boundless grace.
I embrace the blood, the pain, the loss,
I embrace my Jesus—on the cross.
For when I look on Calvary,
I see the One who died for me.
The One I love—forever true—
Yesterday, today, and ever new.
And with a simple heart, I say:
I’ll love Him more with every day.
Yes, I embrace all things Jesus—
My Savior, my Redeemer, my Friend.
Copyright © Suzan Satchell | Year Posted 2025
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I fell in love with Jesus
Jesus, I am so happy I fell in love with you.
I never regret the day I did, and I still have not had any to date.
All I know is that I keep falling in love with you over and over again.
You make my life complete.
Thank you for loving me unconditionally throughout the years.
Yesterday I chose you
Today I chose you, and tomorrow I will still choose you.
Always and forever, it's Jesus and me.
No greater love exists than Jesus' love.
I fell in love with Jesus when I was just a tiny tot as I watched my grandmother pray.
She taught me how to pray and trust someone who cared.
I fell in love with Jesus because He first loved me.
My grandmother was my real-life example of what a trusting relationship should be.
Mother, as we called her, would call us to prayer with her favorite friend.
I chose Jesus then and there to be my favorite too.
I knew He would love me because I could see it on my grandmother's face.
Her face was always smiling, her lips were always singing, and prayer was her thing.
It was so nice to have a grandmother who tried to live how Jesus lived.
I would never be who I am today if it were not for my grandmother's faith.
Because of her love for Jesus, I was able to fall in love with Him.
Yes, I fell in love with Jesus, and I would do it over and over again.
You passed away when I was only five, but I am still with Jesus, who is my favorite best friend.
Someday I will see you in glory, where Jesus will be our King, because I am living the way you did with Jesus as my best friend.
(In honor of my grandmother, affectionately called "Mother,” Mae McFarlane.)
Copyright © Suzan Satchell | Year Posted 2024
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If Christ had not risen
If Christ had not risen, our sins could not be forgiven.
We would never be able to be granted a pardon.
If Christ had not risen, there would be no way for us to get access to grace and eternity.
If Christ had not risen, what would we do for the sacrifice of the sin offering? Turtledove and bullock prices would be high, and sin offerings would be too much to pay for you or even me. Christ saw the problem, and He paid the price a long, long time ago.
If Christ had not risen, our souls would be lost.
But because of His blood, we are pardoned and set free at the cross.
If Christ had not risen, where would we spend eternity? That's a question each one must answer.
But thank God for Christ's victory; we are saved and set free.
Copyright © Suzan Satchell | Year Posted 2024
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The ladder of life
The ladder of life is not meant for style, so be careful as you go up, so you don't slide.
Be nice and kind to those you pass by.
Be mindful of others as you make your stride.
Life is not constant, it changes with time.
Today it may be stable, but tomorrow it's not.
Make Jesus your main focus as you go by.
Show kindness to others, and you will reap it back in time.
In helping others, we strengthen our own ladder of life.
The ladder of life can be shaky at times, and help from others is needed many times.
We reap what we sow, so sow what you need.
The ladder of life is not meant for style.
Copyright © Suzan Satchell | Year Posted 2024
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In the quietness of my thoughts
In the quietness of my thoughts, my mind wondered to the throne of God.
I stand in awe at what I see.
A beautiful place surrounded by angels.
Praise and worship flowed abundantly and free.
As I looked around, my mind was free from the cares of my burden, which held me captive.
So quiet and peaceful, my mind was finally free to turn my mind to Jesus and become completely free.
I felt a fresh burst of tranquility from visiting the heavenly sanctuary as I walked among the angels in peace and harmony.
I see the great mansions, and one was prepared for me.
Bright crowns and white garments for all who obey.
The master was present, and I made haste to meet Him.
His love and kindness captivated me.
How one so mighty could make Himself so free to someone like me?
My visit to heaven was indeed special for me.
Copyright © Suzan Satchell | Year Posted 2024
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Suzan Satchell Poem
I am my mother's child
By: Suzan Satchell
I am my mother's child I am my mother's child so precious, so kind and so dear. I'm my mother's child my hair so dark and so fine. I' m my mother's child my eye's so brown, so bright, I'm my mother's child my lips my smile so wide. I'm my mother's child I hear it all the times. I'm my mother's child for this can never hide. I'm my mother's child so sweet, so kind, and so fine. I'm my mother's child my lips my words so kind. I'm my mother's child my voice just simply nice. I'm my mother's child my hands so slender, yet so willing and helpful. I'm my mother's child I let the whole world know it. I'm my mother's child my feet so swift so light. I'm my mother's child do you hear me, words spoken so kind? I'm my mother's child with a heart like a gem. I'm my mother's child a heart so full of love. I'm my mother's child she taught me gems and poems. I'm my mother's child she taught me to pray and sing. I'm my mother's child she whispered sweet words to me she passed away so long, yet she still lives on in me……because I'm my mother's child.
Copyright © Suzan Satchell | Year Posted 2024
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I had a dream of heaven, in the dream, I saw the new Jerusalem coming out of heaven and hovering above the earth. The fanfare of bright angels and trumpets filled the air. God was standing to my right, holding out white garments that were so pure they looked like gold.
An angel was standing to my left and had a scroll with the names of God's jewels on it. When he called my name, I was lifted before God. God said something to me, and He placed a robe on me, I was then lifted into heaven's tranquility.
The scene was one of pure holiness as angels moved about. I never felt such deep peace and happiness as I experienced in my dream. As I moved around in heaven, I knew it was because of God's salvation plan that paid my passage to be there.
The atmosphere was refreshing a place I had never seen before and when I woke and realized I was still in bed I closed my eyes and went back to bed.
Copyright © Suzan Satchell | Year Posted 2024
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I am a Christian
I'm a Christian. I'm not flawless; I'm just scared, battered, and bruised, but I'm still a striving Christian.
I'm striving to be like Jesus, my master and king, and to be a Christ-like Christian.
I'm a Christian, and I want the world to know. I'm a Christian I'm led by His victorious right hand.
I'm a Christian living by the master's plan.
I'm a Christian by choice and determination.
I'm not perfect; I'm just a dedicated Christian.
I'm a Christian, and I pledge my allegiance to no other one.
Through thick and thin.
In good and bad times.
I hope to be a faithful Christian and make it to the promised land.
Oh, how sweet it is to be an obedient Christian.
Yes, I am a Christian, and I show it best by living a Christ-like, real-life sermon.
Copyright © Suzan Satchell | Year Posted 2024
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I stand amazed
I stand amazed, and what do I see? Only God's wonderful love for me.
I stand amazed, and what beauty! I see God reaching down and rescuing me.
Yes, I stand amazed, and what do I see? God's beautiful face as He smiles at me.
I stand amazed, and what do I see? God's unconditional love that He offers me.
I stand amazed, and what do I see? an amazing love that is, oh, so free.
I stand amazed at the grace I see, His grace, and the pardon He gives freely to me.
I stand amazed, and what do I see? I see Christ's sacrifice on Calvary's tree.
I stand amazed, and what do I see? His wonderful grace is sufficient for me.
Yes, I stand amazed, and what do I see?
God's amazing grace truly amazes me.
Copyright © Suzan Satchell | Year Posted 2024
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I met a girl
I met a girl who once was me who wandered far from Christ
I met a girl who once was me who didn't have time to pray.
I met a girl who once was me who didn't have time for anyone else.
I met a girl who once was me she was so busy doing everything else except to whisper a prayer or praise.
Yes, I met a girl who once was me who tried to get the best of everything in life.
I met a girl who once was me, she was distressed and full of self.
I met a girl who once was me who reminded me of myself.
Yes, I met a girl who once was me and we came face to face one day.
I met a girl who once was me, and she was so empty inside.
I met a girl who once was me and I could not leave her in the same place.
Yes, I met a girl who once was me and was able to point her to the Savior's grace.
I met a girl who once was me now we are standing side by side save and standing in Christ.
Copyright © Suzan Satchell | Year Posted 2024
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