Call On Him Poem by Saint Cynosure

All sin he bore,
has they laid him bare,
no shame it seems was shared.
Bruised and swelt the pain he felt,
and all around just stared.
They mocked and laughed and impaled the staff,
to drain his blood but dry.
He cried aloud out for the crowd,
and the veil tore open wide.
Issiah called this sacrifice,
Emanuel the crucified,
the payment for all sin.
This gift of love to each of us
the son of GOD the Christ JESUS
our judgment true does end.
If we'll just call on him...