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.
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 60 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. Helen hosts an inspirational
online publication, www.occupytillicome.ca She
is presently a caregiver for her husband and sister, one dog, five cats and 6
gold fish.
Dear Helen,
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on being one of our writers to receive our Archives Selection honor! Thank you for sharing your moving poem, which touches my soul. It is a joy to have you a part of our Whispers' community moving forward.
Blessings,
Karen, Inge and Jack
Dear Helen, your poem describes true faith. A solace for those who are in (emotional) need.
ReplyDeleteWonderful to see your poem published again.
Best wishes,
Inge
beautiful, very beautiful
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