Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Poetry - It Is Finished

“It is finished.” …you softly sighed.

As you hung on the cross and died.

My heart broke into tiny pieces,

Tears of shame I cried.

 

“How could this be?” I sobbed aloud.

“That you would die for me.

I am no one in this lonely world.

In me… what do you see?”

 

“Is your love for me so very true?

That it can see past all my flaws.

Can you give me a life so new?

And forget all that ever was.”

 

I felt your whisper in my heart.

 “Your sins have been forgiven.

My child, I’ve loved you from the start.

You’ll be with me in heaven.”


SK Virtue - 3/14/25


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