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an Easter poem about Jesus and his death for you

It Is Finished
By Lisa Noe

Two Thousand, twenty years ago
Jesus died to save my soul.
They whipped Him, beat Him
without spare; put a crown of
thorns upon His head, laughed
at Him and then they said...
"Jesus is the king of the Jews"
He picked up His cross,
began to walk, all of the people
they did talk ... saying He would
be crucified, they would watch Him
as He died. Only Mary and His mother
cried, His followers watched with fear,
knowing He was like an innocent deer.
This was the true Son of God.
The thunder rolled, the day went black
but these people, they could not take it back.
Jesus spoke, "Father they know not what they do".
Even during His death, He thought of you.
It is Finished.

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