Oh Lord, how awful you must have felt,
When aware that your days here were numbered,
There’s things that you knew that were going to transpire,
So you could leave this world…..unencumbered.
You gave us your body and blood so we’d know,
That for us… you would always be here,
And were crowned, scourged and died on the cross,
To show us your LOVE, how you cared,
When I think of the times, the misdeeds I’ve done,
I might well have been one of the crowd,
Who forgot what you taught and the miracles performed,
With them shouted….”Crucify Him“…. out loud.
Each nail they painfully drove in your hand,
I may well have hammered it, too,
For each time I sin, and don’t do your will,
I do what that crowd did to you.
Dear Lord on this day, when you suffered for us,
I’m sorry if I’ve caused you pain,
For I need your help in whatever I do,
So I can grow and not stay the same.
I thank you “Sweet Jesus“, for all that you’ve done,
I’M SORRY for the part that I’ve played,
In all the pain and suffering you bore,
On the cross, us all…… you FORGAVE.
© April 6, 2007