For me…. His body was brutally broken
For me…. His life’s blood was gladly shed.
For me… He was nailed to a wooden cross
Then died…from the grave He rose again.
For me… He now offers souls salvation
For me…His forgiveness of all my sins.
For me…this is what man longs for in life’s journey
We just need to let… God’s works in us begin.
For me…humbling of self was not that easy
For me…it took too many of sin filled years.
For me...the Holy Spirit came and touched my heart
And caused my once closed heart and ears to hear.
Just for me……
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem