THE DEATH OF jESUS CHRIST <br /> <br />The death of Jesus Christ our Lord <br />What grief, how gross, how gory <br />Was only superceeded by <br />The Resurrection story <br />That risen Saviour seen among <br />Above five hundred men <br />Authenticity filled their hearts <br />We shall live again <br /> <br />All restraints to hold back joy <br />And peace were now removed <br />As His followers shared the Word <br />They knew they were much loved <br />That power of sin that held them fast <br />To which they were a slave <br />Now was smitten to such extent <br />It lay in the grave <br /> <br />What gift He was, breath of fresh air <br />That we would soon receive <br />Last breath on earth our next in heaven <br />To all in Him who believe <br />The thief who met Him on the cross <br />Soon we shall recognize <br />Hosts of saints and loved ones too <br />There in Paradise <br /> <br />On we toil in His victory <br />All glory to His name <br />His Holy Spirit indwelling us <br />Until He comes again <br />There is not a time He leaves us <br />Not a second, a minute, an hour <br />But lo, I am with you alway <br />Our Resurrection power! <br /> <br />Copyright April 23,2011 3: 30 p.m. <br />Gary James Smith<br /><br />Gary James Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-of-jesus-christ/
