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By Michelle Angelini
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A poem for Easter - also in the aftermath of the 147 Christian college students in Kenya who died for their faith.

“May your unfailing love come to me, O Lord, your salvation according to your promise…”
~Psalm 119:1 NIV~

Would I face my death, Lord, as You did?
Then, You rose again to leave the Spirit
to guide me after shedding blood for my sins.
Sometimes they hold me back from my belief in You.

Again and again You forgive me

– it brings tears to my eyes.

Would I be as brave?
Were you brave Jesus?

You faced
the Jews’ rejection
Roman ridicule
Judas’ false accusations
Peter's denial
an agonizing crown of thorns on Your head
lashes from the whip that make Your back bleed
the heavy crossbar on Your back
large spikes through Your hands
then You were nailed to the Cross,
but most of all separation from Father God,
when there was darkness over the earth
to prove dominion over death and forgiveness of sin.

Would I have been this brave Lord? It’s often all I can do
to have faith in you when things get difficult, so how
might I have gone through what you did?

I’ve heard the saying, “He paid a debt He didn’t owe,
so that because I owed a debt I couldn’t pay.”

You loved me that much, didn’t you Lord?

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Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, April 4, 2015

About the Poet
Michelle Angelini, aka Chelle, has been writing poetry for over 40 years. She has been published in many Southern California chapbooks and calendars. I am retired and dealing with my health issues. My Saviour, Jesus is always with me. God holds me within His wings. I am working slowly on a second book poetry and possibly my photography. And, I'm over 65 now and still loving it, even though my social life is not what it once was because of the painful fibromyalgia. It's quite frustrating, but I know Jesus still has "work" for me to do to show how much He blesses me.

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