My Poem

Like the leaves of red

Like the leaves of red falling off an autumn tree
You died on the cross for me
A normal man's heart would have stopped though dread
The crown of thorns was dug into your head
They made you wear a red garment and ripped out your beard
Still you loved them so much, you would have had all there names cleared
You were tied to a pole and brutally flogged
Until you could no longer stand, your flesh being torn apart but still no complaint was lodged

When they were done, you carried your cross to the top of the mountain
Blood flowing from you like a fountain
Your hands and feet nailed to to cross
It was so horrendous, it looked like all was lost
You nailed there, in so much pain and so cold
Showing your love and grace for all to behold
Asking God the Father to forgive all who stood and accused
On top of the cross, there was a plaque that spelt out 'Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews'

When the sins of the world were placed on your shoulders, Gods Spirit withdrew from thee
With a loud shout you cried, 'Abba Father, why have you forsaken me'
Jesus said, "It is finished." With that, He bowed His head, gave up His Spirit and died
If I were to tell you that He was still dead, then I would have lied
The Lord of Lords and King of Kings is risen
Because of that fact, we can all be set free from the eternal prison
Like the leaves of red falling off an autumn tree
You died on the cross to save me

I just wanted to give you a brief story about how this poem came about. This poem was given to me by the power of the Holy Spirit. Before this poem, I have had no interest in writing or anything like that. Reading was and is my thing. But one day, about two years ago, I was urged by the Holy Spirit to sit down and write. So I obeyed and the words just flowed out. I did not even think about it, it just came to me.
This poem was my first ever writing and I have not been able to do one since, though I have tried. So I do not take any credit for this poem what so ever, if someone wanted to publish it, saying it was theirs, well you can if you want to, its not mine, its Gods, deal with Him lol . Anyway, I hope you like it and that it blesses you Thanks for reading and God bless you.

Great poem Gazza, nice rhymes and flow, a really great poem, thanks for sharing!