Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


So You Believe


So you even believe
that Jesus died
on the Cross for you?

Even Satan Demons
believe Christ died
on the Cross for you

Satan Demons
evil manifest
were witnesses

to the crucifixion
could not believe
Jesus loved mortal

sinful prideful you
was mere flesh prepared
to suffer all our sins

as our sacrificial lamb
so that you may be
washed clean of all sins.

This life sufferings
is but a heart beat
but a moment in time

God gave his only begotten son
because God loved you so much
God prepared eternity salvation.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Edited: Thursday, September 15, 2011
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