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FIRST BLOOD

Violently they grabbed His arms as they tightly strapped each wrist

With the hellish looks that a strong armed soldier whip clenched in his fist

Laced with chips of bone they beat Him hard from His shoulders to His feet

It sliced right through His olive skin just like razors through a sheet

Countless times the blood splattered as each inhuman lash was given

Several times His knees gave way as His flesh just hung like ribbons

Then surprisingly He turned His head though the words He used were few

The soldier's face turned pale when He said, "This blood is for you"'.

Uncaringly they tossed a garment across His weakened form

And His blood pressure fell deathly low as the crowds began to swarm

They forced Him to carry His Cross uphill as His face they punched and smacked

As the splinters from the criss-crossed beam dug deep into His back

Through lack of sleep and dehydration, His tongue began to swell

Weakened by His loss of blood, this Prophet-teacher fell

When He did, some blood splattered on a man named Simon's shoe

And as he bent to wipe it off, the Prophet said, "Simon, this blood is for you."

And this blood can save the soul, heal the sick, mend the heart

This blood can give you access to the very throne of God

And it still can go the distance through the pain to where you are

This blood is for you - the blood of the Lamb.

Then they pounded a spike through the bones in His wrist, bursting arteries and veins

As they dropped the cross in the hole they dug, His body convulsed with pain

Through an agony and torment that never a soul shall find

He tilts His face towards Heaven with full control of His mind

With more love than any human heard before that time or since

He made a statement that to this day makes the strongest sceptic wince

He cried, "Father God forgive them for they know not what they do"'

And as He gave His life for those lost in sin, He was saying,

"This blood is for you."

SPEAK OUT FOR JESUS!

You talk about your business, your bonds and stocks and gold;

And in all worldly matters you are so brave and so bold.

But why are you so silent about salvation's plan?

Why don't you speak for Jesus, and speak out like a man?

You talk about the weather, and the crops of corn and wheat;

You speak of friends and neighbours that pass along the street;

You call yourself a Christian, and like the Gospel Plan

Then why not speak for Jesus, and speak out like a man?

Are you ashamed of Jesus and the story of the cross?

That you lower His pure Banner and let It suffer loss?

Have you forgotten His suffering, did He die for you in vain?

If not, then live and speak out for Jesus and praise His precious Name!

--- Forrest L Bonte

Reproduced here by kind courtesy of Pastor Jack Sin of Maranatha BP Church

NOT A MARTYR

It was not a martyr's death He died, the Christ of Calvary,

It was a willing sacrifice He made for you and for me.

He could have summoned angel hosts; the wicked hands to stay

But well He knew salvation's plan was founded on that day!

Nay! Not a martyr, but instead a sacrifice for me ---

He died the death of Calvary's Cross to set a lost world free.

TRAVELLING ON MY KNEES

Last night I took a journey to a land across the seas,

I did not go there by boat or plane, I travelled on my knees,

I saw so many people there in deepest depths of sin,

But Jesus told me I should go, that there were souls to win.

But I said, "Jesus, I cannot go, and work with such people as these."

He answered quickly, "Yes you can, by travelling on your knees."

Then He said, "You pray, I'll meet the need, you call and I will hear;

Be concerned about lost souls of those far and near."

And so, I tried it, knelt in prayer, gave up some hours of ease.

I felt the Lord right by my side while travelling on my knees.

As I prayed on and saw souls saved, and twisted bodies healed,

and saw GOD's workers' strength renewed while labouring on the fields.

I said, "Yes Lord, I have a job my desire Thy Will to please.

I can go and heed Thy Call by travelling on my knees."

*Note: This poem was dedicated to me by Sister Doreen Wong. Thanks, Doreen!


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