This Much
Sometimes the most inspirational poems are anonymous or unknown...
The sun was warm on the grass of green
The birds were singing gay
A lady sat at her spinning wheel,
And she watched her Child at play.
A gentle, handsome Child was He
This Child who had just turned three
Whose greatest joy and thrill right now
Was to climb the highest tree.
"How much do you love me?" His mother asked
Of this Child out playing so free.
"This much!" He cried, with His arms outstretched
And He ran quickly to her knee.
The years have passed, and this Child has grown,
He's strong and handsome still,
But the tree He loved to climb so much
He's just carried to Calvary's hill.
His mother kneels, and I see her tears
Falling silently one by one.
I'm sure she feels each hammer blow
As they crucify her Son.
"How much do you love me," the world has asked
Of this Man now crucified
"I love you this much," with His arms outstretched
And bowed His head and died.
Author Unknown
The birds were singing gay
A lady sat at her spinning wheel,
And she watched her Child at play.
A gentle, handsome Child was He
This Child who had just turned three
Whose greatest joy and thrill right now
Was to climb the highest tree.
"How much do you love me?" His mother asked
Of this Child out playing so free.
"This much!" He cried, with His arms outstretched
And He ran quickly to her knee.
The years have passed, and this Child has grown,
He's strong and handsome still,
But the tree He loved to climb so much
He's just carried to Calvary's hill.
His mother kneels, and I see her tears
Falling silently one by one.
I'm sure she feels each hammer blow
As they crucify her Son.
"How much do you love me," the world has asked
Of this Man now crucified
"I love you this much," with His arms outstretched
And bowed His head and died.
Author Unknown
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