His Son, by jeanimoo Subscribe to rss feed for jeanimoo

God the Father sent us
His son to walk among us
and teaching His ways,
healing all that would,
raising the dead and showing
compassion without measure.
He went all the way even to
the cross, giving his life
for you and me.
He was bruised for our inquities
though we don't clearly understand
and by his stripes we are healed, now
we like that healing part.
The chastisement of our peace was upon
Him, and we all want peace in some form
or another.
 
Posted: 2005-10-02 03:50:05 UTC

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