'Sold On Down The River' Poem by Linda Winchell
'Sold On Down The River'
He was sold on down the river
Without a rudder or an oar.
Set adrift… handed over to the enemy
Do I need… say any more?
Nails far driven into His hands
Wounds deep… pressed in His side.
Yet He knew His only purpose for coming
Was to live… and then for mankind die.
His boat needn’t have had… a rudder or an oar
His life was created by His Father of all
Coming to earth and settle... Old Satan’s score.
No one need feel sorry for Him
For the ONLY, King… of you and I.
He knew from the day… He was created in Mary’s womb
His Father made Him… so that sin would die.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
Bravo! ! Excellent way of putting it. A compact poem packed with truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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For only the King of you and I..........nice stunning line! Excellent! ! !