The Man with the Thorn Scarred Face
I looked at the dying Man's thorn-scarred face.
I tried to turn away.
I saw the whip-marks on His back,
From the lashes they gave Him that day.
I saw the nails that pierced His hands.
I saw the blood from His feet.
It was then I saw the love in His eyes;
It was then, our eyes did meet.
Again I looked at the Man hanging there.
No longer did I turn away.
I knew His face was scarred for me.
Christ saved me on that day.
Helen Dowd enjoys spending time at her computer, along side her husband of 56 years, writing poetry, story poems, stories about pets and life in general, as well as inspirational and Bible stories. She has one book published. Her stories and poems have been published in several Anthologies. She is presently a caregiver for her husband and sister, two dogs, four cats and 3 gold fish…Email address: helenmdowd@shaw.ca
Absolutely, positively beautiful.. I loved it so much and it reminded me of a dream I had years ago when I was standing at the foot of the cross as the guards were driving the spikes into his hands and I saw the agony on His face. I threw myself upon His breast, felt the warmth and cried Oh please forgive me. It has taken years to accept His forgiveness, something I wished I could have done years ago but nevertheless come early or come late He will receive any who repent and accept His atoning sacrifice. Thank you for sharing your inspiring words.
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ReplyDeleteI want to thank you, Charlene, for your encouraging, and wonderful comment. I wrote a poem about a dream, too. I hope you, Charlene, put your dream-scene into a poem, or an article. God bless you, and thanks for looking at and commenting on my poem. You sound busy...That's good. We have to keep busy in order to keep our minds active....Blessings, Helen
WONDERFUL! Simply an awesome poem of gratitude and love. Thank you for this poem. Blessings!
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I tear up when I think of Christ and what He endured for us. I don't remember feeling that way when I was young. Now that I am old, I feel His pain - I feel it when I see His face and body on the cross. Beautiful poetry reminding us what He was all about and what He did for mankind. Thank you...
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ReplyDeleteYou've painted a descriptive picture of the agony our Lord endured at Calvary. Christ's sacrifice was our redemption. Beautiful poem Helen. Thank you for sharing your inspiring words. God Bless you.