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What Shall I Do With Him?
Contributed by
Eireannach
on
Wednesday, 4th March 2009 @ 02:13:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
ChristianPoetry
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Hear Him fall upon His face
'Neath olive trees in pale moonlight
His sweat was blood, in agony
Was it that He prayed for me?
Torches lighting up the night
Swords and spears in whitened grips
N'er love and sorrow met like this
Submitting to betrayal's kiss
As He stood before the priests
He wouldn't even speak a word
Until asked if He's the One
Said "Yes, I am God's Holy Son"
Forbidden they to take His life
They took Him then to Roman law
Found innocent through all their jeers
He looked at them with loving tears
Pilate said "I find no wrong."
Yet still they shouted "Crucify!"
So standing at the scourging stone
His stripes my healing did atone
See Him as He was that day
Crown of thorns and robe of red
Dignity like n'er was seen
Emitted from the Nazarene
Yet on the cross He bore it all
For every person ever born
For future, present and the past
The once for all has come at last
When at the empty garden tomb
Taking time there to reflect
Since He has taken all my sin
I ask, "What shall I do with Him?"
© 2004 G. O' Raithbheartaigh
Inspired by "The Passion of the Christ"
Copyright ©
Eireannach
... [
2009-03-04 14:13:19] (Date/Time posted on
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