Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
I walked today where Jesus walked*, echoes in my mind
A song from childhood rings new truth with each new step I find.
Worn as they are from centuries of pilgrims passing through
The stones are firm reminders that my life has been made new.

You walked this land, you taught of love, and yet you had to die
I bow in awe of what you’ve done, and cannot help but cry.
For those unworthy, just like me, you offered up your life
You willingly gave all you were, to put an end to strife.

And yet, so many still don’t see, they don’t accept your gift
They seek to find another bridge to cross this mighty rift.
They won’t believe you are the way, and see your life as love
A love beyond that of this world, sent down from God above.

A Promised Land, where your own blood was shed for all mankind
Is still a land of war and strive, a land where evil blinds.
So many bound in hatred’s grasp and crushed by earthly pain
While what you sought to show us is that death is but our gain
Written by
Susan Wilson  Phoenix, AZ
(Phoenix, AZ)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems