When to man’s view the Saviour was oppressed
And
bitterly afflicted in their spite
No words of
acrimony were expressed
By Christ
while he endured man’s evil might.
He, like a
lamb for slaughter, humbly went
The way
through pain and grief by which they led;
They did
not fathom why He had been sent
Or that
they were the ones for whom He pled.
Thus as a
sheep led to be shorn is dumb
He made no
cry of anguish or complaint
But let the
dogs and strong ones drive His course;
This, since
they know the way by which He’d come
Brings out
the admiration of each saint,
As He was
taken by constraining force.
Good poetry. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLovely pics and poems David. God bless you.
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