Man of Sorrows

Man of Sorrows
By Jeffree E. Pollock

The blood of Jesus fell like rain,
as the Man of Sorrows took my place;
A billion drops of pain and more,
spilled from the heart of our dear Lord.

When a Roman hammer came down on Him,
and forced steel spikes through His wrists;
To destroy vice He was crushed on a cross,
so generations to come would not be lost.

A river of red washed over the earth,
as the sinless Son of God bled and hurt;
In His winter of agony Christ died for our sins,
but an eternal spring was about to begin!

An ocean of tears fell from heaven,
drowning the sun during Christ's crucifixion;
The greatest price ever paid was given for me,
to flood my soul with TRUTH to set me free!


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