Explore Poems GO!

The Hour Has Come

Rating: 4.0
The hour has come salvations' plan to fulfil.
The time is here and I need to climb that hill.
Each painful step carrying a heavy cross;
There's no other way to pay sins awful cost.

I've been whipped scourged, forced to wear a crown of thorns
as men and priests jeer at me, while heaven mourns.
I hang upon the cross bearing this world's shame
to pay that awful price carrying away their shame.

And through the shearing pain of my nail pieced flesh
I plead to You to forgive their wickedness.
Father, forgive them; they know not what they do,
for I still love them, and know that You do too.
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written after reading John 17: 1 After Jesus said this, he looked toward heaven and prayed: "Father, the hour has come. Glorify your Son, that your Son may glorify you
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS
Joshua Reece Wylie 01 April 2021
Hello Royston. This poem was a beautiful read, very powerful. God Bless
0 0 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

4/10/2021 9:00:03 PM # 1.0.0.559