Your Crime

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by Ace, Sep 15, 2006.

  1. Ace

    Ace New Member

    Gastonia N
    I should think of You more often
    When I'm drowning in despair
    But sometimes I'm just down so much
    It seems nobody cares.

    I'm lost in a world of bitterness,
    Pain and suffering too
    But if these people only knew
    What You were going through.

    You prayed that God would let You go
    And miss the chance You had.
    You knew He couldn't do that
    Because He was Your Dad.

    He had a plan for You that day
    The day You wore my crown
    And I should think of You
    Every time that I am down.

    You suffered at the hands of those
    Who wanted You to die
    They took a vote and guess who won?
    That big Barabbus guy.

    Then they stripped You of Your clothes
    And everything else they could
    They spit on You and called You names
    That really weren't good.

    They laughed and scorned and mocked Your name
    You knew it must be done.
    Because they didn't believe You are
    God's One and Only Son.

    Then they beat and whipped You 'till You bled
    And no one shed a tear.
    They placed the crown upon Your head
    And again began to jeer.

    They made You trudge on down that road
    Each step a painful one.
    I can only imagine how You felt.
    That cross must have weighed a ton.

    You arrived at the hillside dripping
    All beaten and half dead
    They laid You out upon the wood
    The crown still on Your head.

    They took each of Your loving arms
    And nailed them to the tree
    Then they made You a spectacle
    A sight for all to see.

    They nailed a sign above Your head
    And waited for the time
    When You would breathe Your final breath
    Though You hadn't done a crime.

    As You hanged upon that rugged cross,
    God's One and Only Son
    You cried out to the Father
    "Forgive them, they don't know what they've done."

    Closing Your eyes You breathed once more
    Your last and final breath
    You did all this to save the ones
    Who choreographed Your death.

    And here I am feeling down and out
    Afraid no one will care
    After all that You've been through for me
    That's not really fair.

    I'm sorry Lord, for what I've done
    And all the times I've strayed
    I can't believe that I am worth
    The expensive price You paid.

    I promise Lord, that I will change
    Though I know it will be tough
    Please help me to rid myself
    Of all that yucky stuff.

    The hurt, the pain, the bitterness
    That lingers deep inside,
    The lust, the lies, the suffering
    And my precious pride.

    Please help me Lord, to be like You
    In every way I can
    Help me Lord, to do Your Will
    And not the will of man.

    And Lord, when I am down and out
    Remind me of the time
    That You suffered a painful death
    Because of Love . . . Your crime.

    by Jennifer M. Darling age 18


  2. gcarlin

    gcarlin New Member

    Richmond ,Indiana
    A Touching Poem Ace.thank You

  3. doughboy

    doughboy New Member

    i really like that poem Ace thanks for sharing it with us
  4. bud1110

    bud1110 New Member

    East Texas
    Now that was a poem...Thanks Ace..
  5. 223reload

    223reload New Member

    may God bless you ace
  6. buddah

    buddah New Member

    Pennsylvania Wi
    Very nice Ace! Thank you for sharing. I love to read your posts!
  7. FROG

    FROG New Member

    as always another great one ACE thanks and keep them coming
  8. catfishjohn

    catfishjohn New Member

    Greenup Co. KY
    I agree,another great post Ace!!!
  9. LiquidSteel

    LiquidSteel New Member

    La Vista N
    Ace, I gotta tell you, that one made my eyes swell up.

    God Bless you!