A Man Called Love

New poem, by me, Sarah (pen name: Sarah Sackett).  :]

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He speaks in a whisper, rarely a shout;
His arms are Comfort; He drives away Doubt.
His Word is a sword, sharp and sheer;
His hands, always open, are warm and dear.
He came for sinners, the vilest of all;
Those ready to listen and heed His call.
He came to live, an example to be;
Then surrendered everything to die on a tree.
He lived and died for vast mankind,
Bound in world-chains, hopeless and blind.
His Rescue of Mercy and Grace displayed,
Shattered Death's plan -- man's debt was paid!
He sits now on Heaven's righteous throne,
Awaiting the Day He shall bring us Home.

Who is He? This Lord of Above?
He is my God -- a Man called Love.


Photo via Pinterest.  Words Photoshopped by me (with exception of "love").

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7 comments

Brittney Johnson said...

Love it! So beautifully written =) I always love reading your poems Sarah!

Lauriloth said...

Oh my goodness, just beautiful! This one nearly made me cry. Keep writing. You are so talented!

Sarah Elizabeth said...

Aw, thank you, ladies! Just made my day :D

Amy-Anne Williams said...

what a lovely poem! youre really honestly talanted - do you write poetry often?

Sarah Elizabeth said...

Thank you, Amy-Anne! Yes, I write as often as I get the inspiration. :]

Amy said...

That was beautiful Sarah! I absolutely loved it!

God Bless,
Amy
living738.blogspot.com
<3 Jesus was my first love <3

Sarah Elizabeth said...

Thank you, Amy! You are too kind :D