Just Because

by | Jun 3, 1999 | God's Love, Poem

Tortures were being dealt; blood ran down his face. 
His tears weren’t for His suffering but for the world,
To offer His children a place in the security of Grace. 
Oh Heaven must have grieved, while curses were hurled. 
 
Nails penetrated his hands and feet, leaving a forever imprint. 
A crown of thorns punctured his brow in mockery. 
All the sinners could be forgiven, their penitence was heaven-sent. 
Hung on a rustic cross, his blood stained the ground a pity. 
 
Just because He loved His children with great devotion, 
He bore the greatest pain without regret. 
The thought of such a great sacrifice brings this emotion, 
Such sadness that His blood was the price, the world mustn’t forget.  

Dorothy E. Scott poetry99@txol.net
Copyrighted 2001 

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