A Writhing Body

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    A Writhing Body

    A writhing body,moaned and tossed,
    nailed to a wooden cross.
    Put there by the hand of man.
    For who this sin,should be damned

    But the wonder of it is,the fact
    That it was forgiven
    in this hour so black
    This tortured one died for me and you
    Saying,Father forgive them,
    they know not what they do.

    The sky became dark,
    the lightening,flashed
    The Loved one to his home,had passed
    With thoughts of fear,
    What did we do today

    It was too late,the deed was done
    Man had crucified,
    God's beloved son
    But he died willingly,not in vain
    But so we,could be born again

    For through this,blood,and pain
    Man could have a chance again.
    And once more,God's Blessings,receive
    You've but accept him,and believe

    The cavern was empty,
    On Easter morn
    Jesus came back,
    Once more,reborn.
    He walks the earth,
    Somewhere today
    Willing to help us
    Find the way

    We see his wonders,everywhere,
    On the earth and in the air
    How can we doubt,
    that he's still there

    Of our life,make God the center
    Open your heart
    And he will enter.
    You have,but to ask
    For blessings fine.

    His ever loving heart will see
    All of them are thine.
    His words were
    Ask,And thy
    Shall receive
    All he asks in return
    Is,That ye shall believe.

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    Mercy70 commented on A Writhing Body

    08-24-2009

    Rain51, this is one of the most inspirational poems I have ever read. It touched the deepest depths of my inner-subconscious soul in ways only GOD can conceive, Thank you so much for such an inspiration!!!!!

    Rain51

    08/24/2009

    Thank You Mercy70.Truley.

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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