A
Perfect Man
I want to tell
you 'bout a man.
This man from Galilee.
He
is my Savior and my Lord.
He gave us light to
see.
He came to do His Father's
will,
That only He could do,
And lived a
mortal life, like us;
With pain like me and
you.
So special was this perfect
man,
Who lived so long ago,
His life was
an example of
The path on which to
go.
Within His life, sore trials
came
But never changed His ways.
He taught
us all that we must do,
While living out our
days.
Then, in the Garden, late one
night,
He bled from every pore.
While
taking on Himself our sins,
His agony was
sore.
And then, in innocence, this
man
Was scourged and beat by some.
And
yet, He stood, in silent strength,
When
others would have
run. 
He, then, was taken to the
hill;
Golgotha, it was named.
And there,
they nailed Him to a cross.
Unjustly, He was
blamed.
He suffered much, for all
of us,
Then died there on the cross.
The
whole world shook and cried that day,
While
morning His great loss.
But, when
the days had numbered three,
And to their
great surprise,
He broke the bands of death
and rose
Before the soldiers
eyes.
Incase, this truth, you
haven't heard
Or don't believe it's
true,
This man is Jesus Christ our
Lord.
And this, I swear to
you.
He lived and died. I
know it's true.
And still, He lives
today.
And now, we have eternal
life
Because He rose that
day.
So, join with me and praise
His name;
Our Lord, our God, our King.
Repent and seek His
guiding help,
Through prayer and words
we sing.
© by James
O'Brien
Poet@bak.rr.com
http://fleigmommy.topcities.com/obrienphotos/
http://home.bak.rr.com/dnpicspoems/index.html
- My Gift
-
Father,
Creator,
All ever you are;
I find you
Holy
And lovely by far.
Your presence
is awesome,
More than words can
describe.
You're perfect and gentle,
My
souls long desire.
You love beyond
measure
And mend every part.
Ever thankful
to know you,
I give you my heart.
Giving glory and honor
To
your precious name,
I present you an
offering;
The sacrifice of praise.
Oh,
MASTER of everything
That gives life and
breath,
I'll love you for always.
To the
world I confess.
Appearing before
you;
Myself a gift to you...
To be your
humble servant
So more can know you,
too.
Absent in body,
Present with the
LORD.
Throughout forever,
It's you we'll
adore.
©
Joyce C. Lock
http://www.todaysforecastsonshine.com/christianity_made_simple.htm
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