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[title] => HE BLED FROM HIS HANDS
[time] => 2006-03-10 01:48:04
[hometext] => WROTE THIS A LONG TIME AGO AND JUST WANTED TO SHARE IT- HOPEFULLY IT CAN MAKE SOMEONE FEEL GOOD INSIDE
[bodytext] => He bled from his hands Showing the infinite mercy that he has He bled from his face Showing he had humility and grace He bled from his eyes In the form of hardened tears like ice Heavy weighted was every tear So every one could see his emotions so sincere He bled from his feet Showing no fear of defeat He bled from his crown Showing that to God he would only bow down He bled from his back Proving his undying faith that he did not lack He carried the cross Even the one all is familiar with, even those who are lost It was heavy weighted His knees were weakened But he still pushed on Even after he was beaten Seeing the nails hammered into his hands I wonder how incredible was that man? And then seeing his feet also with nails hammered in them I wonder why did he have to be so brutally beaten? And then after all is said and done They raise him up to suffer like no one Having his body held up on the cross, with six nails And in pain and suffering to God he yells “Forgive them for they know not what they have done” Then my heart begins to burn inside While thinking why have I not let this man walk by my side? He is a man who died upon the cross in Calvary For me he died, I repeat he died for me His body being a temple It suffered with even the unthinkable Beatings beyond mans repair Only God was able to heal him there So when I choose to live in sin I’m choosing not to follow him Making the choice to follow the crowd The one who yelled kill him! Put him out He then returned to God above And is waiting for me to return with love So its time for me to get in line He will take me through the cracks of time to the other side, which is through the veil Where I will see God waiting for me still I will remember him I will love him I will be in heaven shanna 9-10-04 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 62 [informant] => Adelle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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