An Act of Love

This poem, is a continuation of "The Greatest Gift" and was written for the Easter season.

With arms unfurled, in warm embrace,
As tears of blood, streamed down his face.

This gift of love, with out a doubt,
Is the only gift, we can't live without.

Such an act, no man perceived,
A gift from God, to be received.

A cross of wood, and spikes of steel,
A crown of thorns, to bruise his will.

A royal robe, torn and sold,
A world of pain, for the soldiers bold.

In every drop, of blood that fell,
A soul was plucked, from the jaws of hell.

This was the gift, from God above,
The Greatest Gift, An Act of Love.

M. S. Madden
© 4/97,
Maddog Creations

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