My poem is about God
There at the cross I Knelt down to pray
My eyes wept at the sun fades away
The night was cold Clouds blanket the sun
Thinking of Jesus what we had done
The cross is empty it stands along the old rugged cross
As it is shown where Jesus was nailed measured and sized
God only son he had verified
The most proteins offering God could give was
His own son so that we could live
Jesus prayed father these word not what they do
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