Forgiven   

On the cross with arms tied and bound
Our precious savior looked around.
Tears fell down his  cheeks as he hung there that day
And for our forgiveness he did pray.
He ask his father for love and compassion on us
A group of people with his life he could not trust.



Yes we are forgiven by the stripes he bore
And because of the crown of thorns he wore.
They pierced his side and the blood did flow
But up to his father the prayer did go.
Forgive them he ask, for they know not what they do
Yes we are forgiven, me and you.



Now in your heart I hope to place a seed
Of regret for this cruel deed.
You are forgiven because his blood covered the ground
But now its your turn for him to look around.

          

By Harriett Dash 2001