A Poem For Passover Poem by Steven Reeve

Born a carpenter,
He died a King,
With His blood,
He cancelled our sin.

Betrayed by a friend,
The Devil did send,
Before the Roman He was brought,
Because of the love He taught.

Are you a king, they did say? ,
I AM what I AM He did pray,
Mocked and stripped,
Beaten and whipped.

They carried Him to death,
On the third day He took breath,
From the tomb He took His leave,
So that all could believe.

To Heaven He did rise,
Where he received his prize,
Seated at His Fathers right hand,
Soon to judge the whole land.

Good shall win,
Death to all sin,
Through the Son,
The battle is already won.