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Poem: Faith

Posted: April 4, 2012 - 12:50pm  |  Updated: April 4, 2012 - 1:29pm

 

In my imagination I could hear God speaking clear

As He looked down from the heavens to those He held so dear

And then He spoke to Jesus as He sat near to his side

We need a plan to change their ways and their sins we need to hide

 

For sin cannot be covered, it must be washed away

By blood as pure as the driven snow, that is the only way

And Jesus said I’m ready, if my destiny is to die

Then they looked into the future and they both began to cry

 

That cross then loomed before them with agony, hate and scorn

And it held the beloved Son of God, wounded, weary and worn

But then they saw much farther for they saw the open grave

Amazing grace came to life, God’s love for man displayed

 

And that old rugged cross makes the difference

For it’s there God’s plan was conceived

And He’s knocking at man’s heart in his Glory

Saying won’t you please come and believe

 

And in my imagination, I could hear God speak to me

Please go and tell my story that all may then believe

And tell them gaze at that old cross and at that empty grave

I loved them so I stretched out my arms and their sins I forgave

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