Another poem by fellow Blogger David Sleeper from Thechristiankarateka.wordpress.com
Thank you for enabling my lack of content. You’re the real hero here.
Blessed that hill, forever, be
The wretched mound called calvary
Where my savior showed his love for me.
He took with him my sin to die
Then made a place above the sky
For me to dwell in by and by.
His love still echoes throughout time
And no printed word, no verse, no rhyme,
Can match the king that took the climb
Up rock and stone and rugged pine
And bore a cross that should be mine
Who died in darkness but rose to shine.
He died for men of every creed
That all who followed would be freed
And Though I, chief among those sinners be,
My Lord, my God, still died for me.
“it is finished” he said at last
though that day has long since passed
And the blood has dried on calvary
It still washes men like me.