Poetry

He came,  He saw, He wept, He prayed.
His life here, He gave.

He came to His own and they knew Him not.
He walked the pathways of this life.

He viewed the sorrow and strife.
He wept with friends of Lazarus.

He wept when viewing Jerusalem.
He knew the end, knew ahead of time.

He prayed to His  Father above.
He knew eternal love.

His Father rolled the stone away.
The story lives on, into today.

He said, "Life I give."
He rose, He lives, Life, He gives.