Robertwarhero1
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My poem to my savoir Jesus Christ
I was there in the crowd when you went to Jerusalem,my heart beating as i thought you looked my way; I was there when they arrested and beaten you, again i thought i saw you look my way, I yelled your name among the thousand of voices who didn't want you to go free but i knew you were innocent so i cried out for your release.
Again i thought i saw you look my way; I fallowed them were they had taken you to that hill to die, i cried and wept because of how cruelly and unjustly you were treated. My eyes must have been still wattery because i thought i saw you look my, when you declared it was finished i thought i saw you look my way; I never saw you again after that,for days i cried and for days i couldn't sleep because all i saw was your face.
The night i did manage to finally sleep strangely i thought i heard you say."its alright." The next morning i saw you standing before me with arms out stretched wide and i saw you looking at me.
authors note: This poem is very personal to me because during plays when i am in the crowd i cry every time i see the actor that plays Jesus go through that and i cry during service when they pass out the communion on Easter cause all i think is what Christ went through on behalf to ensure i go to be with him.
it is also my strong belief that christ see's everything we do soo if he see's this poem i want him to know how i feel :,)
I was there in the crowd when you went to Jerusalem,my heart beating as i thought you looked my way; I was there when they arrested and beaten you, again i thought i saw you look my way, I yelled your name among the thousand of voices who didn't want you to go free but i knew you were innocent so i cried out for your release.
Again i thought i saw you look my way; I fallowed them were they had taken you to that hill to die, i cried and wept because of how cruelly and unjustly you were treated. My eyes must have been still wattery because i thought i saw you look my, when you declared it was finished i thought i saw you look my way; I never saw you again after that,for days i cried and for days i couldn't sleep because all i saw was your face.
The night i did manage to finally sleep strangely i thought i heard you say."its alright." The next morning i saw you standing before me with arms out stretched wide and i saw you looking at me.
authors note: This poem is very personal to me because during plays when i am in the crowd i cry every time i see the actor that plays Jesus go through that and i cry during service when they pass out the communion on Easter cause all i think is what Christ went through on behalf to ensure i go to be with him.
it is also my strong belief that christ see's everything we do soo if he see's this poem i want him to know how i feel :,)