God's Love Through Poetry

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Jesus said my child of sorrow's woe
I came to feel your incumbered shame
though judged unfairly of crime
I was placed in shackeled chains.

Each time I felt pain I remembered
my promise to conform to your dust
and how I was to humble to weakness
humanly taking infirmities rust.

And through blood sweated tears I
watched my Father look at me as lost
for the very first time He turned away
you see, I took your guilted cross.

Then looking into Heaven's portals
I cried It's finished let my spirit soar
for I have grafted you in and have
iltimately opened my Father's door.

                   rhonda ramsey cash

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