WALKING MY LORD TO CALVARY HILL
By Patsy Cumbie, Army
Writing Type: Poem
| Three
men hung on crosses at Calvary, but only one died for you and me. As he hung on the cross that cold dark night, A world of sin was his only flight. They put nails through his hands and feet so they would know him, should they ever meet. With mocking and scorn, they placed on his head a crown of thorns. Throughout the night, he was heard to plea -- Oh God, my God, hast thou forsaken me?” As the heaven’s roared and rumbled and the skies opened, these few words were spoken: “My son, my son, I set you free,” Just as he died, when He died for you and me. |
Notes: Rafael Jubera
