Steven Reeve Poems
A Poem For Passover
Born a carpenter,
He died a King,
With His blood,
He cancelled our sin.
Betrayed by a friend,
The Devil did send,
Before the Roman He was brought,
Because of the love He taught.
Are you a king, they did say? ,
I AM what I AM He did pray,
Mocked and stripped,
Beaten and whipped.
They carried Him to death,
On the third day He took breath,
From the tomb He took His leave,
So that all could believe.
To Heaven He did rise,
Where he received his prize,
Seated at His Fathers right hand,
Soon to judge the whole...
There Is No God
There is no God, some do say,
But, Well, I think another way,
When I view the colors of the morning sky,
So beautiful and bright, I know why,
For therein I see the hand of the Creator,
He who formed me, my Lord and Maker,
And when the sun shines bright,
It reminds me that on the throne of my heart, he sits by right.