The Curse

I just thought that I would post a poem that I wrote, about a sermon that I heard one of the Chaplains preach on Ressurection Sunday. The sermon truly spoke to my heart, about Christ sufferings on the cross, and how Christ is the cure for the curse of sin. I hope that you are blessed by this poem.

The Curse

By Adam came death, and upon all men it came
His nakedness and sins before God his shame
The Lord said that he would curse the ground
Thorns and thistles shall on this plain be found
Your toil and work ye shall from now and on do
Will be yours until your last breath bid the earth adieu
The Lord must have know that these thorns such pain
Would pierce his brow and his life blood to drain
What became the curse would represent the cure
It was bore by our savior whose life was so pure
A man so full of love that thorn could not depose
He gave his life to bring that cure to a close
When the blood ran down his battered cheeks
His eyes probably hardly able to take a peek
Looked up to heaven with love in his eyes
Said Father forgive them was his only cry
Then he gave up the Ghost sad and alone
Laid in the grave three day our sins did atone
Now those who by faith do accept the great cure
The Holy one a flame will consume the curse for sure
Never more shall we the curse of hell ever prevail
For Christ love for us is always the same it will never fail