Every soul at the age of accountability
Acts for good or bad with growing ability
Since we are learning and prone to sin and fall
The Savior suffered and atoned with love for one and all
Every pain that will be and ever was known to man
Rested heavily upon the shoulders of this lone and perfect man
In the garden, it did not end- as he was then arrested
Sentenced to flogging, then death, while the growing crowds jested
He was nailed to a tree in a very sure way
Enduring agony with but good things to say
Remembering His mother and the apostles, too
Even, He prayed for those knowing not what they do
When God abandoned Him to darkness for a season
Ever, He found it more painful than this sentence of treason
Voluntarily and solitarily this needed to be done
Ever, that He'd know the shame of sin though He the perfect Son
That it was very much a spiritual death, the skies darkened knowing
Heaven had closed Him to the comfort that had kept Him going
And eternally grateful I am for the hardest price He paid
Never again, we vow, will He have to confront sin without our aid
Kindred with our brother, we will not sell our loyalty
Simple and true, as Saints we'll stand by Him, our Lord of royalty
Thoughts after pondering
None Were With Him
Jeffrey R. Holland
Ensign, May 2009, 86
Truly this is an acrostic poem
Please comment and let me know if I said anything that can be worded more accurately...
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