I have fallen from grace,
Jesus spilt his blood,
Looking around, how did I come to this place,
The Pharisees dub their hood,
The soldiers spit in His face!
He took the jeers from the crowd!
He carried the cross down the narrow space,
The insults became so loud,
They tore His skin like a blade to lace,
No hope for the proud,
It would be a great loss,
His disciples forsaken Him now,
His body gives way from the weight of the cross,
Blood flows from his brow,
The devil thought he was the boss,
As the soldiers nailed Jesus down!
But to the world, Jesus wouldn't bow!
He hung on the cross, in his blood he did drown,
The soldiers pierced His side and let the water & vinegar flow,
The sun went black as the veil was torn!
He died so that we might know!
The way to be saved from sin and be reborn!
The devils celebration was stopped as The Lord put his foot down!
He is risen now!
Jesus wears victory as a crown,
Our mission is to save the lost, and to "Go."
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Poems by DA_VIP3R
PoetryThis is just poems that express my moods. Most are dark I know, I'm sorry. I hope you all enjoy them. I'm putting all of them into this novel. Thanks to all my loyal fans! Peace... Yeah right. War, Anger, and Malice.
