Sit back and let me tell you a story,
of a man who came and died,
and though it is rather gory,
His death was not of pride.
A baby born in Bethlehem,
a king, our savoir born.
Our souls salvation in a greater plan,
our sin from us is shorn.
A man was nailed to a tree,
amidst some common thieves,
his blood flowed forth, setting us free,
and granting us some reprieve
This baby, and this man are one,
a child who came to die,
His death has passed, his work is done,
but his love has not run dry.
The scourged him with whips of hide,
of glass, and pottery chips,
Yet we deny him in our pride,
leaving salvation at our fingertips
Yet in his mercy, no ill will,
has been brought on us,
but more blessed are those, who praise him still,
and worship the Messiah, Jesus.
He perished for our sins, you see,
without a second thought,
A purchase, with a heavy fee,
for in innocent blood we were bought.
He asks us to love one another,
For no greater love hath any man,
than to lay down his life for a brother,
as He was willing to, as He can.
The hands that took the nails,
are blessed hands to see,
for from my continued fails,
I have been redeemed.
Jesus died on Calvary,
a story I know well,
To meet with God, no longer we,
must look behind the veil.
If you've listened to my story,
you'll know of Jesus's love,
when they nailed Him to that rugged tree,
they hung a gift from above
This work is not of fiction,
so don't treat it as false,
Jesus suffered our affliction
so trust in him I halse
Isaiah Oakley: 10:37p.m. EST 01/17/17
(Halse:to implore or plead with. https://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/halse)
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