The Greatest Event in History

Jesus bore our wrongs,

The cross the way to belong.

 Sin worn-like a second skin,

Hides the splendour, light within.


Jesus tears swallowed by dirt

Unimaginable hurt


“I’m not so bad”, my whisper says,

Hollow clang- lips malaise.

Sin is sin, big or small,

Burden great- carried for all.


Blood shed,

Souls saved.

Heart alive,

Breathe revived.


Shroud of death tossed aside,

Jesus on the throne presides.

New day dawns,

New heart born.

Old ways fall,

Don’t recall.


Sweet the sound of perfect love,

Showered on us from above.


God bless you as you reflect on the words of this poem!



Christine Pearce

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