JewelDreamer's poems

While Standing in front of the Cross

 

While standing in front of the Cross

Seeing the wood stained with the blood

Knowing I put him there to be tortured

Knowing I put the nails into those hands

Knowing I put those tears into his eyes

Knowing he gave his life for me

A  SINNER.

Knowing I killed him

Why would he do this for me?

He didn’t even know me.

I just couldn’t understand why

He would go through this for me.

I sat there in front of that cross

Pleading, begging for an answer.

Looking up through my tears,

Yelling, Why Jesus?

How could you love someone like me?

I’m finding myself in the midst of Jesus

Finding this priceless Gift of his unconditional love he has for me

To be just so overwhelming.