A man pulled into a churches’ parking lot
But when…he was parking his car.
Was reminded by another on-lookers’ remark
“Your in my parking place…you are! ”
The man now entered dazed…. slowly into the church
Found a seat…far up in the first row.
But while he was getting settled in
He was reminded…”You’re in my place…now you must go! ”
The man hung his head… as he walked away
But found another place to sit.
As the pastor started to speak his sermon
He inadvertently spoke on all of this.
Then the stranger stood up…and slowly his appearance had changed
His hat… now replaced… by a thorny crown.
His clothes…now a blood stained once pure white gown
And nail holes…which could be viewed…deep within His palms.
He took our place… now that’s a fact!
So many years… ago.
But before you tell another…they’re in your place
Remember who was first…at Calvary to go!
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem