Seven Places

by kiesha   Aug 12, 2005


The blood flowed from his head where the crown of thorns was put.
An excruciating pain was being felt inside each foot.
As the nails were driven through his hands, he did not worry about pride.
His earthly mother wept as his back was whipped and he was pierced in the side.
Jesus bled in seven places.
And in front of many faces,
Jesus died for you and me
So that of sin we could be free.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Ashley

    Another great poem! I like you have so much different kind of poems! xx

  • 18 years ago

    by Katie Bennett

    OMG! This leaves me breathless! And speechless as well. Such vivid descriptions. This is by far, one of your best poems.

  • 18 years ago

    by Stephanie and Laura

    wow you did an amazing job describing the way christ suffered in a very good poem definetly 5/5!!