jonesxg
01-31-03, 01:29 PM
:marine:
AT THE CROSS
I was the one
who stood below Jesus' cross.
I was the one who mocked HIM,
and for HIS clothes, the dice I tossed.
I thought it freat sport,
to laugh and to jear.
Yet while on that cross,
He never shed a tear.
I peirced HIM in the side,
and as the blood ran down,
I placed upon his head,
thorns in the shape of a crown.
As I laught\ed and joked,
along with the crowd,
A voice spoke to my heart.
It spoke very loud.
I paid it no mind,
and returned to my home.
I knew before long,
HE would be gone.
As I layed on my mat,
I felt in my heart,
Before the break,
something big was about to start.
I thought long and hard,
then went back to my post.
I arrived just in time,
To see him give up the GHOST.
Sempers,
Xavier
:marine:
AT THE CROSS
I was the one
who stood below Jesus' cross.
I was the one who mocked HIM,
and for HIS clothes, the dice I tossed.
I thought it freat sport,
to laugh and to jear.
Yet while on that cross,
He never shed a tear.
I peirced HIM in the side,
and as the blood ran down,
I placed upon his head,
thorns in the shape of a crown.
As I laught\ed and joked,
along with the crowd,
A voice spoke to my heart.
It spoke very loud.
I paid it no mind,
and returned to my home.
I knew before long,
HE would be gone.
As I layed on my mat,
I felt in my heart,
Before the break,
something big was about to start.
I thought long and hard,
then went back to my post.
I arrived just in time,
To see him give up the GHOST.
Sempers,
Xavier
:marine: