Poetry for Napowrimow 30 in 30

poem #6 day 6 napowrimo

My Jesus


By Lisa Noe





What have they done to Him


spoke  mother Mary of Jesus


a thorny crown upon His head


stripes of blood across His back


nails through His hands


a solemn look upon His face


as He screamed out in pain


I wonder what they gained


an innocent man was nailed to a tree


God allowed it for you and me


He walked for miles with His cross


they laughed and mocked Him


as they beat Him blood drained


from His head and face,


Satan followed Him every place


He never lost his faith


a man stepped in to help carry


the cross He was deemed the


King of the Jews


As they hung Him on the cross


the women watched with


horror and cried


for they knew He would soon die


When the darkness overcame and a


light shone bright on the Son of God


Then they knew what they had done.


So His Disciples took Him to a tomb,


a rich  man gave Him room.


The scribes did not believe


they thought Jesus came to deceive.


Satan watched it all.


But on the third day He arose.


He spread the word of love.


God Love You All!