When you were only thirty three, <br />You laid down your life for me, <br />I think of you on the cross so high, <br />God I do not want to die. <br />A spear did pierce your side, <br />And Mary stood there and cried, <br />When I think of it I sigh, <br />God I do not want to die. <br />Your were denied not once but thrice, <br />But you paid the ultimate price, <br />You knew your death was nigh, <br />God I do not want to die. <br />Then you said forgive them father, <br />While soldiers shook with laughter, <br />They took you down on the ground to lie, <br />God I do not want to die. <br />You rose again on Easter morn, <br />A new man had been born, <br />You looked up towards the sky, <br />God I do not want to die.<br /><br />Joseph Doyle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-i-do-not-want-to-die/
