On the Cross
by Joanna Mugglin
One night, on the cross
He bore our burdens and our shame
While we were stumbling, weak and lame
Without his help,
We would still be that way
One morning, you see
He arose
From the dead and the grave
If He had not arisen
I shall not say
What a terrible, terrible
World this would be
by Joanna Mugglin
One night, on the cross
He bore our burdens and our shame
While we were stumbling, weak and lame
Without his help,
We would still be that way
One morning, you see
He arose
From the dead and the grave
If He had not arisen
I shall not say
What a terrible, terrible
World this would be
2 comments:
Beautiful, Joanna!
Great Job Joanna!
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