He could have spared… His death upon the cross
But if not… our salvation would have now been lost.
The power did lie… within His Father’s hands
But you see my friend…that was not His plan.
Sin was the cost… of why He suffered so
And then to His Father God…third day was rose.
If it were not for…that faithful day
Mankind would have now…no real need to pray.
Asking for forgiveness….from our God above
Allowing Him to fill us…with the Holy Spirits’ love.
To shine now to all…what God has sin’s confession ridden
To remove what should have been…our cross then bidden.
We need not suffer all the pain…of which He endured
But obey His commandments…every God given word.
So that one day…when it is our turn
We will wear those jeweled crowns…of which we’ve earned.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem