With Christmas so close, I dwell on the reason Christ came. He came to give His life that we may have eternal life. Here's a poem I wrote a few years ago. Try to imagine.

Can you imagine
Standing in the very place, where Jesus was crucified.
Standing atop the very hill, where our precious Savior died.
Seeing the wreath of thorns, that they called a crown.
Seeing His forehead bleed as hard, they pushed it down.
Seeing the blood of Christ, as it soaked into the ground.
Hearing the people scoff at Him, no sympathy to be found.
Looking at His mother as tears streams from her eyes.
I love you so very much my son, she whispers as He dies.
To hear our precious Savior speak, as He said, it is done.
To see His face at that moment, for victory had been won.
To be there as the earth shook, feel the wind as it blew.
To see the glory of God as He ended the old, and started anew.
Hear as they say, no bones needed broken, this man’s already dead.
So they took a spear and stabbed our Savior in His side instead.
They say He was hard to recognize, for He was wounded so.
Some man Gave his own tomb where His body could go.
Can you imagine, standing in the empty tomb that day.
When the Angels said He is risen He’s not where he lay.
Can you imagine standing in Heaven and looking in His face.
Knowing that if not for Him, there would be no saving grace.
Glory to His name Glory to His name Glory to His name.
Imagine being in Heaven singing Glory to His name.
Written by Joan Glover

Until next time God bless and God save