For Me - Poem by Richard Merrell
I was standing in a crowd one day
And there was such a din
Everyone was crying out
'Away and crucify Him'
I asked of one standing near
'What means this they're screaming? '
He told me that the one on trial
Was guilty of 'blaspheming'
'How' I asked 'is this
what is it he has done? '
The other one replied
'Said He was God's own Son'
And as I then beheld this man
Who had been scourged and blamed
I could not tell just what it was?
But I felt so ashamed.
For I could see within his eyes
As he looked back at me;
One who was a loving friend
He was no enemy.
And on the hill called Calvary
Outside that City gate
They nailed him to his heavy stake
Then they reviled him, with hate.
Now as I approached His dying form
I saw the blood - soaked ground
I cried, I fell down at His feet
My Saviour I had found.
For into His eyes again I'd looked
And this time I did see,
He had no need to say one word
'cause He was there FOR ME!
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