The Son who errs,
His father will not hold
If sin, such love, deters
Love of man is sold
Can, stool, the mind forgive
Smeared on a dish of meal and give?
My love be bought by what I see
But loving all, I seldom do
You bore the cross and paid the fee
For we, ungrateful 'who'
Albeit, the robes of our sin
For us, the scourge tore your skin.
Made us a worthy nation
In death
You burn the cloak, condemnation,
And doctor our spirit, health.
I shall speak of this undying love
Of the Father up above.
You bore the cross and paid the fee For we, ungrateful 'who' Albeit, the robes of our sin For us, the scourge tore your skin. Jesus CHrist, his death on the cross and the love of the heavenly father.... you have wonderfully written about this salvific act of Christ. thank you dear poet. tony
What a great piece that shows the marvellous love of God through Christ His son. A new favourite! Thanks!
wow superb! Like rays of the ascending Sun That through Night's teeming darkness spears, So shines Christ's love on everyone Ignoring our sinful wears.
We cannot deny the love of God, excellent poem Adegbite, thnx for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
undying love of father, good one, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote.