Imagine a thirty-three year old man,
who knew no sin.
Imagine throughout his whole life,
he knew his days were numbered,
that he would one day die on a cross,
for a bunch of ungrateful people.
Now imagine his final hours.
He knew one of his people would betray him.
When the soldiers came to arrest him,
all of his friends ran and left him.
Imagine the disciple,
who always bragged about being closest to Jesus,
denying him three times.
Now let me fast forward a bit.
Imagine being forced to carry,
your own shovel to your grave,
as Christ carried his cross,
to the top of a hill.
Imagine a weak, beaten, man,
hanging on a cross left to bleed to death.
As the thirty-three year old man,
who knew no sin was dying,
all the world's imperfections,
were place on his shoulders.
For a split second,
all the sins of the world,
were being transferred to one person.
He did this because loved us-
people whom he had never even met.
Now ask yourself.
Can I imagine my friend,
ever doing that for me?
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Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
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So I'll cherish the Old Rugged Cross
'Til my trophies at last i lay down
I will cling to the Old Rugged Cross
And exchange it some day for a CROWN
Thanks FRIEND for reminding us
on GOOD FRIDAY of all that JESUS
did for us in His Life and for dying
for us on the CROSS ~ And JESUS
is our Representative in HEAVEN
24/7 ~ AMEN !
Yours BRIAN ~ Please check my
My POEM ~ WHY ? and my FUSION
"What does Easter mean to You ?"
A fine write Forever.
Absolutely beautiful I love this piece
Thank you. I great for you comments and I am glad you liked it.
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