Why Did Jesus Have To Die?
It seems I’ve finally come to know;
how the earth’s come to feel;
in the winter time; laden with snow;
in summer, the heat was surreal.
The earth birthed countless generations;
billions now call it their own;
the scene of unlimited revelations;
now the devil regards it as home.
What has become of God’s creation;
to which; the demons lay claim;
how dare we ever deserve salvation;
when we are the ones to blame.
We were the ones; created from dust;
becoming traitors in the garden;
shunning his love; we turned to lust;
while, he died to give us a pardon.
God sent angels to guide us below;
asking only for love and trust;
tribulations were to make us grow;
perfection is always just.
We live in a season of godlessness;
oblivious to right and wrong;
in a world laughing at righteousness;
choosing to just go along.
The Artist had painted perfection;
there was nothing left to do;
when it died from our rejection;
Jesus died, for me and you.
Monty 12.16.25. # 3,113