Wednesday, March 27, 2013

The Dream

With Easter coming I wrote this poem as a celebration of His death, burial, and resurrection.

One night I had a dream

That seemed so real to me.

I saw my Lord and Savior

On top of Mount Calvary.

A crown of thorns was on His head

Nails pierced His side.

The soldiers laughed and mocked Him

Until my Savior died.

The drops of sweat became as blood

Running down His face.

I stood there feeling so helpless

As Jesus died there in my place.

When I awoke my face was wet

From the tears that I had cried.

But He gave me eternal life

The day my Savior died.