NOT A RELIGIOUS POEM?

HE DIED ON A CROSS TO SAVE MY SOUL BUT

MY HEART IT IS BLACK LIKE A PIECE OF COAL

HIS BLOOD IT WAS SPILLED BUT IT DID ME NO GOOD

IT DIDN’T IMPRESS ME LIKE I KNOW IT SHOULD

A CRIMINAL HE WAS FOUND

THEN HUNG ON A CROSS

FOR EVERYONE I KNOW IT WAS A SAD DAY OF LOSS

RISE AGAIN

THEY SAY HE DID

WHERE DID HE GO

I THINK HE HID

COULDN’T FIND HIM

I SEARCHED AND SEARCHED

I FOUND A HIGH TREE

AND THERE I SAT PERCHED

I CALLED HIS NAME LOUD AND CLEAR

I STILL HEARD NOTHING

BUT DO NOT FEAR

I CAN SEE MY HEART

SO CRYSTAL CLEAR

HE DIED FOR MY SINS BUT NOBODY WINS

UNTIL YOU REALIZE IT’S ALL FROM WITHIN