From Each and Every Wound

My name is Jesus,
i am 33,
I died on a cross,
so the blind can see.

"I am the son of God"
I truthfully said,
but the government officials,
disgustedly shook their heads,
they wanted me gone,
away from the people,
becasue "I would upset them"
before too long.
Judas betrayed me,
and peter denied me.
Sadness crept over,
why couldnt they see?
they take me away,
and set me beofre Pilate,
who finds no blame,
but the people who once loved me,
keep shouting my name
"Release Barabbas" "Crucify him"
three ties they do this,
plate tries to change,
but the people insist,
they beat me and whip me,
untill i have bled,
and a crown of thorns,
was placed on my head,
they then tell me to carry my cross,
the one i would die on,
for sinners lost.
But i just couldnt do it,
the pain in my body,
in my heart, in my head
took over my strength,
and Simon of Cyrene did it instead.
They mock and make fun,
"This is the king of Jews"
"the holy one"
they nailed me up
and darkness came around,
those who tulry loved me,
had unchangeable frowns.
I cried out to my father,
"Father into youtr hands i commit my spirit"
And after i said this,
I breathed my last breath,
They wrapped uo my body,
in a linen cloth,
and laid it in a tomb,
still marked and fractured,
blood-stained red,
from each and every wound.

My name is Jesus,
I am 33.
I gave up my life for you,
will you give up your life for me?


Please...consider this...please...if you need anyhelp...just post a comment.
The end is near...make a choce..PRAY or STAY...there is no inbetween




*anonymus BSBCI youth group member*