Beneath Cross Poem
Beneath Cross Poem
Beneath Cross Poem
By Dianne Gotay
Dear JesusI wish that You had not been hurt so muchThey laughed at You, and said things about You that were not true. They whipped You, and pushed prickly, sharp thorns into Your Head. Oh, let me take from off Your Head that thorny crown; And let me kiss Your dear, sweet Face So wounded for me.
You suffered so, dear Jesus, to take away our sins. So much did You love us that You let them put nails Through Your Hands and through Your Feet, and a spear through Your Side. You even asked God, our Heavenly Father, to forgive us. I want to put my arms around Your loving Mother who is here with me. It makes her happy that I love You. She teaches me how to pray better and love You more. She hugs me, and caresses my head tenderly when I am scared, or when I hurt for some reason like You did. All the things that were used to hurt Youthe crown of thorns, the nails, the spear, and the CrossYour dear Mother tells me to always keep them close to my heart, to treasure them as keepsakes of Your Love.
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