The Day
It was that day that we suffered a loss,
that was the day he hung from the cross.
His death was a long and painful one,
as it had to be for God's son.
He made, by far, the greatest sacrifice,
it was above and beyond any definition of nice.
Eyes filled with pain, a crown made of thorns,
he remained proud, even though his clothes were torn.
His mother couldn't help but to grieve,
for it was her son's pain she wanted to relieve.
But it wasn't to be, that wasn't the way,
for he was destined to die that day.
He was aware of his destiny,
he was paying the debt of many.
His entire being consisted of love,
foe he had surely come from above.
He returned from where he came that day,
and for our benefit, he paved the way.
12/06/93