The Man On The Cross Poem by Patricia Kelley

There was a man that died upon the cross.
His death spread across.
All of the world offering hope from condemnation.
He brought, delivering from the wings' of Heaven redemption.
Exemption,
From the perilous cost of sin,
It began.
The moment He was born.
Conceived of a virgin, untouched by man,
Designed only by, God's omniscience, plan.
Impregnated, by the Holy Spirit,
She conceived God's Holy Son.
Jesus Christ born from a virgin.
Who lived a life without sin!
Without blemish,
Who fought satan's evil demons'.
With God's Heavenly words',
He had one destiny in mind.
It was a race against time.
He set out to win.
All the lost souls of the world!
Nailed to a cross,
Wearing a crown of thorns,
He died with a sign above His head, the king of Kings.
Hearing the people mourn.
As Heaven's Angels' sing,
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest.
Buried entombed in a rich man's grave.
In a cave,
Sealed with a large boulder,
He carried all the weight of sin on His shoulder!
He rose on the third day.
Making a way,
For all of those that believe in Him should be saved.
He paved the way.
Nailing hell's gate shut.
For all the saved!
Giving His equal inheritance away!
Jesus Christ paid the debt for all.


John 3: 16
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son that whom so ever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.