a poem or two
"The Messiah" Stricken, smitten, afflicted and wounded, Was this humble man. The Prince of Peace, the Savior, The marvelous great, "I AM". Surely he hath borne our sorrows, And carried us along the way. But who was this man, this being, Who took our sins away? Some may say a Prophet, John the Baptist, Jeremiah, "But whom say ye?" he humbly asked, I think he is the Messiah. Led like a lamb to the awaiting slaughter, He atoned for the sins of us all. He was wounded for our transgressions, That we may overcome the Fall. Bruised for our iniquities, Dispised and rejected of men, Jesus of Nazereth, Jehova of old, Made it possible to live again. All we, like sheep have gone astray, We've wandered from the path. Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, Desires to have us back. All we must do is follow him, And partake of his loving grace. We then one day will greet him, And be wrapped in his warm embrace. -Elder Josh Spencer Ok, and I wrote this one last night: