FOR ME .....a poem

- FOR ME -
I never stood and watched
As He was scourged and beat,
I never drove the nails
Into His hands and feet.

I didn't plait the thorns
That made that mocking crown,
I wasn't at the cross
When they took His body down.

I didn't see the soldier
As he checked if he had died,
I never sealed the tomb
Or stood on guard outside.

And yet it was my sins
That nailed Him to that tree -
God sent His only Son
To bleed and die for me.

by.....
- Linda Sloan -