The sun’s light is temporarily lost, A roman soldier trembles in fear, The Creator is nailed to a cross, Darkness is ever so near. In a fit amid consuming darkness, The soldier violently thrusts, His spear into the Heart of Righteousness, The One Who is Faithful and Just. The angels cry out loud in anger, They are ready to defend, Their Master from the danger, Of the unfathomable depths of sin, Man has launched his brutal assault, Satan signals for hell, The angels are utterly helpless, For He is sacrificing Himself. If any creature or any person, Questions the Love, of God for man, Ask the angels, who were restrained, By the nail pierced Hand... SHANE D. MOORE 7/6/1999 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT #SM99G6
Reason for writing:
God's Love for mankind. I had a debt I could not pay, He paid a debt He did not owe. That says it all...Birth sign: Sagittarius
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