High on a Hill
by
Cliff McDuffie
Saturday, April 11, 2009
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An Easter poem. Hope you enjoy.......
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High on a hill,
He died for me
Nailed on a cross
cut from a tree.
The other two,
crucified there
did not arise
from a borrowed lair.
But arise he did
to walk this earth.
A King crowned with thorns
from a humble birth.
He taught with parables,
so all might understand.
As His Fishers of men
traveled the land.
His lessons of love,
trust and belief,
belie the fact that
he died like a thief.
High on a hill
He died there for me
Nailed to a cross
Cut from a tree.
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| Reviewed by Linda Hill |
5/29/2009 |
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Cliff,
AMAZING poetry. Yes, he died for us that we may live. Enjoyed this!
Many blessings,
~Linda |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
4/28/2009 |
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| A terrific Easter poem, and one that helps us remember why we should always be thankful for what we have in this life. |
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
4/15/2009 |
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Great poem,I enjoy reading it,take care
Edwin |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
4/11/2009 |
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A moving Easter memorial, Cliff. If you find time,
check out my The Man on the Hill. Happy Easter to you
and yours. -gene. |
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