True Love

Look up.

A man who hangs on a cross, is sipping from the cup.

His head hangs low.

He reaped what we sowed.

Arms spread wide.

They plunged a spear deep into his side.

Water poured out.

Hell let out a celebratory shout.

Only if they knew..

It was all a coup.

Three days later, Jesus arose with the keys to death.

He created in me a new breath.

No longer a slave.

In Him, I can be brave.

My loving savior died for me.

So that I could be set free.

This is true love.

That Christ bled and died for us.