The price for all the sin & wrong
That we would ever do.
While knowing that someday we all
Would st& & be judged, too.
They led Him down that lonely road,
“Way of Suffering” the name,
They mocked Him & they scourged Him,
And, they placed on Him all blame.
He drank the bitter cup
Without a word in His defense,
But, when He cried, “Tis finished!”
The angry crowd could sense
This was no ordinary man
Who hung there on the tree,
And, gave His love, His life, His all
To ransom you & me.
When on the third day He arose,
And conquered death & sin,
He spoke to us of heavenly homes.
And new life to begin.
If we’ll take our cross, & drink our cup,
And shed these robes of sin,
Someday we’ll hear those blessed words,
“I find no fault in him!”
About the Author:
Alice enjoys helping others, so she has had to learn to save in her energy bank account for those occasions when they arise. Living with Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue, Multiple Chemical Sensitivities & severe degenerative arthritis takes away lots of her energy, but God always provides when she needs it most. He is worthy of all praise!
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