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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