' My Savior ' Poem by Carmela Patterson

O my Jesus, my Savior, my Lord,
It is for us your blood was poured.
The hour soon approaches
As the time of your death encroaches
Upon our minds, hearts, souls, too.
We see what we have done to you.

We sorrow at the foot of your cross;
In reverence to your suffering we pause,
Pondering the meaning of so vast the love
Given to us by your Father above
That in the fullness of time and space
He saw fit to bless us with undeserved grace.

We humbly lay prostrate at your feet;
Our broken hearts barely beat
For we have gravely sinned against God
Yet you came with your staff and your rod
To lead us to the promised land,
Guiding us with your loving hand.
O my Jesus, my Savior, my Lord,
It is for us your blood was poured.



© Mel Patterson, Good Friday,3-21-08