|
Post by KingdomWarrior on Jun 12, 2004 19:32:45 GMT -5
Restored by KingdomWarrior
How could You love me, a sinner unclean I was condemned to die! Yet in love You walked by You saw the mess that I made. But for me, Your life Your gave On that cruel cross You suffered, bled and died. I know my heart will never understand why. While You hung there naked, shamed, and bruised All my guilt, fear, and pain I lose Because of You, Lord I have been restored!
****** This poem came while reading "The Weeping Chamber" by Sigmund Brouwer on Palm Sunday 1998. I had just gotten out of the hospital a week or so before.
|
|