There’s nothing more to pay
No reparation day
For sin, there’s no more guilt
His blood has all been spilt
That man they mocked and marred
With scourge and spear-thrust scarred
For me, He was bled dry
The deathless dared to die!
For me took all their flak
They stabbed Him in the back!
The life, the way, the truth
I lost with my lost youth
(When Satan, she’d seduced)
Have all come home to roost
Set fire my soul divine
Like diamond in a mine
There’s nothing more to pay
No penance left today
The Rubicon He’s crossed
He’s saved the soul I lost!
There’s no more room for doubt
Let cynics sneer and pout
For me, the die is cast
By Christ: the first and last
- Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 12th, 2018 10:25
- Comment from author about the poem: For JC
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 15
Comments1
Very pretty and inspirational.
Thank you SLR
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