This the Holy Bread, is broken!
Precious blood spilled on the ground!
Precious, Holy Savior, wounded
By the bulls that set Him round!
Precious Lord, adored by Heaven,
Of inestimable worth,
Torn and wounded, bleeding, dying,
Scorned by jeering clods of earth!
He, the Diadem of Beauty;
They, the seed of Adam’s race,
Mock, defy, deride, and taunt Him
As He dies there in their place!
He of Holy Adoration!
He of infinite acclaim,
Here to bear the slurs of scoffers
who cast scorn upon His Name!
Who would believe us if we told them?
To whom is this Man revealed?
But, as many as received Him,
He has absolutely healed!
He gives the power of life eternal,
Bears the sin, and takes the shame,
Triumphs over the infernal,
For the souls who trust His Name!
JESUS!
August 13, 2012
This poem is in the book: Comfort in Christ: A Collection of Inspired Poetry.
http://www.amazon.com/Comfort-Chris…/…/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0…
