The Perfect Cleansing

Blood flows down that face,
Full of sorrow and unspoken grace,
Pain presses hard for a crown,
Beaten before driven down,
A final breath leads to final cry,
The last words, his call to die,
Hated by many, loved by few,
A death for me and also you.



*A poem i wrote last summer on the Mexico 2008 trip. I love it because it shows how amazing our Savior is. He is the only way and He loves us so much. We owe him our lives and so much more for Him giving up his life for us. Hopefully you like it :)