Easter Poem
Jesus Gave All
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God manifest in flesh
Oh wonder to behold
Power within the breast
That felt the blast of cold. |
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God in our likeness made
Oh may we understand
He who made the worlds
Appears as lowly man |
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He stood within the realm
He fashioned with a thought
His creatures gazed upon Him
Alas they knew Him not. |
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They cried out for His blood
His claims cast down as dross
They spat upon His princely face
Then nailed Him to a cross. |
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But He made the tree
For that cross of wood
He made the hill
On which it stood. |
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And in some hidden vein of land
He made the nail that pierced his hand
He made the sun which hid its face
He made the fathers of that race. |
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Who, in their hatred knew Him not
He made the fiends with which He fought
And there, in death, He made a way
For all to join him someday. |
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Willie Mullan, (1911-1980)
Irish Pastor and Bible teacher |
Bagpipe midi Amazing Grace borrowed from
Canadian Bagpipe Links
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