Stare

Totton Linnet

Totton Linnet

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When they shall see Him
there is no beauty there
why do they stand and stare?
why do they stare?

Why do they stare?

When they shall look upon Him
will they see majesty?
justice in travesty?
what do they see?

What do they see?

Bruiséd and broken
nailed to a tree
what have they come to see?
what do they see?

what do they see?

Yet when I look upon Him
I see such beauty there
I have to stand and stare
I just have to stare

Why do I stare?

His love poured out for me
passion majestic, rare
I have to stand and stare
I just have to stare

I just have to stare

Yea look ye unto Him
the ends of the earth
the price paid for your new birth
see what you're worth

recieve your new birth
Know what you're worth.
 
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stephengoswami

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A majestic inspiring poem. He is alive indeed and his self-sacrifice to turn back self-condemning suicidal sinners like Judas-us continues through martyrs, his body.
 
MichaelCadry

MichaelCadry

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Dear Totton,
Very nice poetry also. I used to write poetry when I was younger and got some published. I have now written a book that I have published back in 1999.
Michael
 
Tehmill

Tehmill

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Yes Isaiah says we hide as it were our faces from Him but it is from looking steadfastly that we recieve. Mother Theresa knelt and refused to get up from contemplating the cross until she KNEW in her soul she had been forgiven
 
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