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His eyes see no losers,
His lips speak endless love.
His hands gently soothe us,
Reaching from above.
His ears never fail,
To hear our silent cries.
His heart still rejoices,
In our unsuccessful tries.
His feet walked a road,
To the skull, Calvary.
His back bore the burden,
The rough, cruel tree.
His head wore the thorns,
Manifestation of our sins.
His side took the spear,
Poured blood and water from within.
His heart now bears our burdens,
And longs for our souls.
His eyes behold all of us,
Our joys and our woes.
His arms are outstretched,
To hold us so close.
His hand, pierced through,
For whom He loves most.
His feet also,
Pierced right through.
His life had seeped away,
He did this for you.

Oh, Jen!  What a wonderful Savour we have.  You've really captured it in this poem.  Thanks for sharing.

Thanks Pat .  He is so good to us.