There It Stood

And there it stood
before me,
my sin,
my shame,
my mistakes.

Three points of pain,
intense pain,
taken for me.

My sin, clang,
my shame, clang,
my mistakes, clang.

All of it
freely taken on,
clang, clang, clang.

The hammer rings
loud and clear,
across the ages,

The blood pours
mixed with sweat,
and anguish,
all overlayed
with love.

All my lies,
my angry words
and regrets,
hanging there.

A reminder,
that a hammer struck
hands and feet
of one so pure
that He bore it all.

who loved me,
and asked solely
for my forgiveness;
forgiveness for all.

There it stood,
for all to see;
a day of sorrow,
and of love,
of pain,
and healing.

Here it stands,
a reminder,
for me,
for all.

Look and hear,
see the great gift
given for us,
and never forget,
that a hammer,
struck for you.

© Leslie C Dobson

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Published by Leslie Dobson

Leslie has been writing since she was a young child, first with poetry and short stories and later with song lyrics, young adult stories and inspirational sayings. She is a multi-genre author and her blogs and books come when and where the Spirit leads.

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