a poem that goes along with holy week
the day
the day my lord died on the cross
i thought all hope was lost
but then i felt an overwhemling sense of joy
and i realized he died so we could not die for our sins
he died so we would not be on the cross
atoning for our many sins
as i stand at the cross i think back to the days of old
where christ and his disciplies
where loved by the people and hated by the phrasies
and i realized that thourgh Christ so many were healed
such as mary magdalen and the blind man
and the woman who was nearly stoned
but he said before the could
"those without sin cast the first stone"
and i wonder
are those who are without sin really without sin?
or do they lie to themselves and others about their sin
but i know they cannot lie tothe Lord for the Lord has seen and heard all
on that day i was saved
saved from sin
and saved from a life without hope
thats the end critique how you like constructive critique apperciated