I am poet. I have written over 100 poems and am even getting some published with an e-card business. Here are 5 I have written about the Crucifixion. If you like them, please comment, and I will post more poems!
I Killed Jesus
I killed Jesus
But He loves me
I broke His heart
But He's healing mine
I hurt Him so
Yet He comforts me
I knocked Him down
Yet He helps me stand up
I killed Jesus
But He loves me
I scourged Him
But He soothes my wounds
I slapped Him
Across the face
Yet He holds me
When I cry
I killed Jesus
But He loves me
Yes, I crucified Him
But He died for me
Three Nails
Three nails.
They threw Him down on the cross
Dust and splinters on His scourged back
They tied Him up
Three nails.
A hammer ready
Nails accessible
Soldiers prepared
Three nails.
Ready to crucify
Prepared to kill
To execute my Lord
First nail.
Hammer clanging
Wrist impaled to the horizontal beam
Median nerve hit
Second nail.
Median nerve hit again
Pain throbbing through His arms
Pain bursting in His head
Third nail.
Legs crossed
Both feet impaled
Arch of His feet pierced
Three nails.
Three nails He took for me
Pain He endured for me
Because He loves me
Thank you, Jesus
Why Good Friday?
Twas a Friday,
good, Good Friday
But how could it be good
When God’s been sentenced to death?
“Crucify Him!†they shouted
This is terrible!
Why call it Good Friday?
Why not Crucifixion Friday?
Then they had Him flogged
This isn’t good!
Why call it Good Friday?
Why not Torture Friday?
He carried His cross till he stumbled and fell
What a sad sight!
Why call it Good Friday?
Why not sorrow Friday?
Then they nailed Him to it
Why such suffering?
Why not Good Friday?
Why not Cross Friday?
Then they stabbed Him in the side
What a bloody moment!
Why Good Friday?
Why not Bloodshed Friday?
God’s only Son had died
This is horrible!
Why call it Good Friday?
Why not Dying Friday?
What a horrid day!
Why call it Good Friday?
Because Jesus loves you and me and died for us
Why not call it Good Friday?
The Blood of Christ
Inside the blood of Christ
I see the loving Father
The wiling Son
The perfect Holy Spirit
I see a million things
I see forgiveness of sins
and love for the sinner
I see his passion
And his determination
To find his lost children
I see his glory
Yet to be revealed
I see love I can't describe
I see all that's good
And nothing bad
Inside the blood of Christ
I see Him with His crown of thorns
Even in His suffering
Even with blood dripping down his face
He's still beautiful
So beautiful
He's Still Beautiful
I see Him carrying His cross
For me
Even in His anguish
He's still beautiful
Love shining through
I see Him hanging on that cross
Even then He's so beautiful
Even with blood all over Him
His love radiates
And makes Him beautiful
During His suffering
When I see Him dying for me
He's still beautiful
His love shines
And makes Him beautiful
Even then
My heart burns
He's still beautiful
He is the man I love
And He's beautiful
I Killed Jesus
I killed Jesus
But He loves me
I broke His heart
But He's healing mine
I hurt Him so
Yet He comforts me
I knocked Him down
Yet He helps me stand up
I killed Jesus
But He loves me
I scourged Him
But He soothes my wounds
I slapped Him
Across the face
Yet He holds me
When I cry
I killed Jesus
But He loves me
Yes, I crucified Him
But He died for me
Three Nails
Three nails.
They threw Him down on the cross
Dust and splinters on His scourged back
They tied Him up
Three nails.
A hammer ready
Nails accessible
Soldiers prepared
Three nails.
Ready to crucify
Prepared to kill
To execute my Lord
First nail.
Hammer clanging
Wrist impaled to the horizontal beam
Median nerve hit
Second nail.
Median nerve hit again
Pain throbbing through His arms
Pain bursting in His head
Third nail.
Legs crossed
Both feet impaled
Arch of His feet pierced
Three nails.
Three nails He took for me
Pain He endured for me
Because He loves me
Thank you, Jesus
Why Good Friday?
Twas a Friday,
good, Good Friday
But how could it be good
When God’s been sentenced to death?
“Crucify Him!†they shouted
This is terrible!
Why call it Good Friday?
Why not Crucifixion Friday?
Then they had Him flogged
This isn’t good!
Why call it Good Friday?
Why not Torture Friday?
He carried His cross till he stumbled and fell
What a sad sight!
Why call it Good Friday?
Why not sorrow Friday?
Then they nailed Him to it
Why such suffering?
Why not Good Friday?
Why not Cross Friday?
Then they stabbed Him in the side
What a bloody moment!
Why Good Friday?
Why not Bloodshed Friday?
God’s only Son had died
This is horrible!
Why call it Good Friday?
Why not Dying Friday?
What a horrid day!
Why call it Good Friday?
Because Jesus loves you and me and died for us
Why not call it Good Friday?
The Blood of Christ
Inside the blood of Christ
I see the loving Father
The wiling Son
The perfect Holy Spirit
I see a million things
I see forgiveness of sins
and love for the sinner
I see his passion
And his determination
To find his lost children
I see his glory
Yet to be revealed
I see love I can't describe
I see all that's good
And nothing bad
Inside the blood of Christ
I see Him with His crown of thorns
Even in His suffering
Even with blood dripping down his face
He's still beautiful
So beautiful
He's Still Beautiful
I see Him carrying His cross
For me
Even in His anguish
He's still beautiful
Love shining through
I see Him hanging on that cross
Even then He's so beautiful
Even with blood all over Him
His love radiates
And makes Him beautiful
During His suffering
When I see Him dying for me
He's still beautiful
His love shines
And makes Him beautiful
Even then
My heart burns
He's still beautiful
He is the man I love
And He's beautiful
