Jesus saviour of the human race, streams of your blood roll down your face. Flowing for me a purple tide. A spear sharp pierced your side. My lips now drink your cup divine. Our soul's thirst and clearly pine. In Jesus we come to know and find, the sacred hymns and prayers of the mind. Your frame was racked in mortal pain, nailed to a cross and brutally slain. I think now on your realm above, and thank you for your love. Hear my soul in newborn light, till you call me in the dead of night. Parting life with gentle closing eyes, I'll flow upwards to you and rise.
Michael Cochrane ©
A very nice piece but I would like to see the lines in a more poetic layout, for example in verses which I find are easier to read and have a flow about them. A little bit monotonous the way you have them at the moment, the contents are great. but could have more clout I think. Inspiring stuff. Regards Ernestine
My lips now drink your cup divine. Our soul's thirst and clearly pine. In Jesus we come to know and find, the sacred hymns and prayers of the mind.....thank u, thank u very very much for writing about Jesus.. i am also a lover of Jesus............ dear Michael thank u. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Your frame was racked in mortal pain, nailed to a cross and brutally slain. I think now on your realm above, and thank you for your love. Hear my soul in newborn light, till you call me in the dead of night.