INNOCENT WOUNDS

So, since Easter is approaching soon, like very soon, i just want to share my Easter poem with you.

Happy Easter
                      


                      INNOCENT WOUNDS

Sin floated over my head

I needed to pay, to pay for those sins

A holy royal came down, for I heard

The subjects honouring in those scenes

Oh Blessed Lamb, in His atoning grief

Suffered the thorns, and nails and cross and spear

Became my rescue and sweet relief

The pain He bore, I’m supposed to bear

Innocent wounds, the mocking crowns of thorn

Though with the loving, conscious will

He had his clothes, hands and feet torn

The cruel cross of Calvary, I was to fill

Oh happy day, happy day

When The Christ washed my sins away.