Golgotha Poem by Fidelis Patronus

Golgotha

Rating: 3.1


We yell and scorn at Him,
Others mourn for Him,
His body stained by blood and sweat, -
We owe Him a great debt.

We had all the love of the Father
From our dear brother,
For us all His love is shown
And we reward Him with a tombstone.

This is why He was born,
to have His face worn
and His body torn.

Blood seeps
As He weeps,
'Father, why hast thou forsaken me? '
As He hangs from His tree,
'Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do'
While He hangs...
Skewed

We watch Him fall asleep,
midst death slowly creeps,
and softly He speaks,
'It is finished'
With that our sins are diminished

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bonnie L. Fry 03 March 2005

Good testimony poem was looking for some good poetry and found you. I

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Andrew Jones 13 January 2005

You are one of the most intriguing poets I've ever read. Your poetry as poetry goes is really good. I disagree with a lot of your thoughts, but you express things in ways I can merely dream about. Good writing Tasia.

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