"Untitled"
Close your eyes and
see his face,
Imagine His pain, His disgrace,
Nailed upon a tree, His own creation,
Held not by nails but determination
Determination to die and not to live.
For to save our souls His life He must give.
You see, it was our sins that nailed Him there,
Upon His shoulders He placed our burdens and despair,
And so He was betrayed by a Judas kiss
By one of His own, a traitor in the midst.
And they marched Him to Golgatha, the cross on his back,
After so much torture, it was mercy they lacked.
The final insult, a plague stating His crime,
Which was no crime at all, He knew the whole time.
So they crucified Christ, the Son of God
And they shed His blood with an iron-tipped rod.
The wold thought Him dead but He lived once again,
For on the third day He arose and conquered sin.
By Justin Mullikin
10th grade
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