YESHUA
Yes, You are the King of Love, the King of Kings as well,
The Holy Spirit, as a dove, came with God's love to tell.
He guided You, so You could bless and save this world from sin,
As a voice, in the wilderness, before You could begin.
You hungered, lonely 'neath the stars, and in the light of day,
You thirsted, till that thirst must pass, then You went on Your way.
God's miracles drew close to You and power stirred each crowd,
Such that, in many souls, faith grew, and many wept, heads bowed.
You wept for Lazarus, Your friend, yet raised him from the dead,
Though others thought death was the end, You gave new life instead!
And even when Your Own death came, that Cross You must endure!
Yeshua, is the highest name! Praise God for evermore!
Yeshua, You once died for me! Now bid me live for You!
Because You died on Calvary, it's the least that I can do!
Let Halleluyahs be the theme beyond each prayer I pray,
Until the time that God must deem to be Christ's Rapture Day!
Denis Martindale, for the 1st of December,2023.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem