There's wine from heaven that no money can buy
it satisfies the thirst of those who are dry.
'I’m thirsty' Jesus cried so that I might know
the deep thirst quenching taste of that crimson flow.
There is a Bread that can fully satisfy
The Bread of Heaven hung on the cross to die.
and my soul delights in the richest of fare
as I feast in the presence of Jesus there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem and I agree with your meditation on the Cross and its import today. Thank you for sharing.