Crucified
Each time I look toward heaven
and see a falling star.
I say a simple prayer to God.
for keeping me thus far.
Through closed eyes I visualize
Jesus, hanging on sins tree.
Bearing the sin of the world
dying for you and me.
They nailed His hands and pierced His side
such a terrible sight I see.
At that moment His blood was shed
one drop fell on me.
Jesus had such love within Him
A love, genuine and true.
In death saying, "Father forgive them;
for they know not what they do."
Through a falling star I'm allowed to see
that life is much the same as then.
If willfully we disobey His will
we crucify Him again.
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