They crucified him, this man,
our Lord, and laid Him on the
cross. Brutalized Him with nails
and placed thorns upon His head.
We mourn the day, sweet Jesus,
O God, they wanted him dead.
Today we cover the cross, yes
a black cloth marks His pain.
All will never be lost as our
sweet Jesus on the third day,
through the love and power of
Father God rises and lives again.
Life is sweet and precious and
the most we have to give. To
save the life of others, we may
choose to die for them to live.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: April 3/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is beautiful. The best way to describe this is the least. THIS IS A PRAYER!