He came to earth to prepare a place
Of God’s creation…just for you and me.
Sent, nailed upon a cross to die
Who of you could have suffered such misery?
So that when we die, we too could enjoy
Our Father’s, Heavenly home.
To walk amongst the fields of greenest greens
And view the Master of all, upon His golden throne.
“I go to my Father to prepare you a place”
These words were so lovingly relayed.
Upon a cross… hung bloody and broken
The ultimate sacrifice, His love for us displayed.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem