I can't imagine
the pain you felt, the blood shed
as they tortured You.
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Thirty nine lashes
because forty kill, the crown
of thorns impaled You.
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Legions of angels
ready to free You, but You
chose to die for us.
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Unsure You were real
I know now cause You showed me
You're my Sacrifice
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You transformed my mind
in one night, so I could do
what You sent me to.
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Supernatural
Your Love language, prayers answered
My eyes cry Your tears.
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“Then the multitudes who went before and those who followed cried out, saying: “Hosanna to the Son of David! ‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!’ Hosanna in the highest!””
Matthew 21:9 NKJV
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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It's beautiful. Amen! ❤️
Wonderful saviour 🙏
That was so poignantly beautiful. Loved your poem!
Beautiful poem in praise of our wonderful Saviour!❣️ May you have a blessed Easter!💖