Pierced were His holy hands
For us, bought He holy lands
Yea, I could be feeble and old
Through Jesus, I know I am bold
On the Cross my story He told
Two thousand years ago, it was wood and nails
Rather than wood and sails
Split he the vast sea of sin
Even the sun blinked in horror seeing what was before unseen.
7 April 2023
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A true belief in Jesus Christ saviour of mankind a heartfelt poem God's blessing on you dear Phillip.