Connie L. Burchett
Upon The Cross - Poem by Connie L. Burchett
Upon The Cross
When I look upon the cross
this is what I see; the lamb
of GOD who came and died for me.
Even Though I scorned and mocked
his name; he still gave his live for me.
It my my sins and transgressions that
nailed him there.
His body was broken; his blood ran
free while he hung upon that cross;
with tears in his eyes and his arms
stretched wide he said 'Come unto me.'
He paid the price and he gave his all
as he hung upon that cross;
do you know? He did this all for me.
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