Hello Everyone,
This is one of my favorite poems I have ever written.
Any type of criticism is welcome, in fact I love it!
To finish and fulfill my creators desire,
Nails were hammered and forged by fire.
Wood unrefined by polish and wax,
But covered in splinters, cut down by an axe.
A pretty polished board with I.N.R.A.,
Meaning that Jesus the king of the Jews died here today.
Beaten and bruised from his feet to his head.
Carrying his cross, knowing he was soon to be dead.
Risen with prisoners on his right and his left.
Still showing God’s love till only one unbeliever was left.
No greater love has ever been shown,
For the wages of sin pierced him down to the bone.
Let me know what ya think.
God Bless,
Brent
