A Sinner’s Call, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Sinner's Call

A Sinner’s Call

O heavenly Father look what they’ve done
They have crucified Your begotten Son
Treated Him as a common criminal
At Golgotha, called the place of the skull

With Him in this morning I climbed the hill
Now at His bleeding feet I’m ever still
Why did You let them to take Him from me
Can You not now let Him down from the tree

Father you see they have taken Him down
Tenderly they remove His blood soaked crown
I am helpless all I can do is pray
As before I shall now follow and stay

As a sinner I am woefully weak
His continued guidance is what I seek
Cannot fathom Him in a tomb of stone
In the dreary cold darkness all alone

Father your scriptures says He shall return
In my heart and soul for this I yearn

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