The Old Story – An Easter Poem

Jesus and the cross

I heard the old, old story of how Jesus died for me

And wondered how those awful men could nail Him to a tree.

But as I thought it over something struck me by surprise.

My shoulders fell, I hung my head, the tears welled in my eyes.


It was my sins that brought such pain – a fact I can’t dismiss

As sure as if I’d held that awful hammer in my fist.

Each sin that I’d committed, I’ve now come to understand

Was like a blow that drove the nails still farther in each hand.


Yes, it was my rebellion that brought Jesus to disgrace

And caused those men to flog His back and spit into His face.

With sorrow I could almost hear the heavy thudding sound

As Jesus’ cross was roughly dropped into the open ground.


I closed my eyes and saw the grief upon His weary face.

He hung with outstretched arms of love and died there in my place.

Yes it was I who caused such pain, but Jesus, it was You,

Who said, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”

– l.e. harris

God loved the people of this world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who has faith in him will have eternal life and never really die.                                                                                                                          – John 3:16 CEV



posted by: Worship Videos/youtube

written by Stuart Townsend


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