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The Journey

by Royston © 2019

Through the streets on a donkey Jesus rode
on that long and lonely Calvary road,
to the cross upon Golgotha’s hill,
determined salvation's plan to fulfil.

Ride on Lord, and complete your life’s journey
to climb up that steep hill at Calvary,
where with your nail pierced hands and thorn crowned head
you were whipped and scourged as for me you bled.

It was for me Lord Jesus that you died.
It was for me Lord Jesus that you cried;
“Father forgive, they know not what they do”
as spear and the nails were banged into you.

Only you, Jesus would do such a thing.
Only you, Jesus could bear the whips sting.
No one else could ever love me like you
No one else would have seen that journey through.

This poem was a finalist in the April 2019 poetry contest

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