As He died and breathed out His final breath
Speaking words much stronger than those of death.
Words of forgiveness and of loving care
hanging on the cross in agony there.
'Father, forgive them, ' He cried out aloud
words echoing beyond the gathered crowd.
Throughout time and space those words have unfurled
into the future and throughout the world.
We can still hear His cry and His love feel
His mercy and ability to heal;
and all can know the transforming power
that Jesus gave out in His final hour.
A love reaching out from beyond the grave.
A love seeking to forgive and to save.
A love redeeming at measureless cost.
A love freely given to all that are lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem