Here I stand at the foot of the cross and behold a tragic sight. I watch with horror in my heart as day turns into night. A man with nail- pierced hands and feet; crown of thorns upon his brow, His body so striped and bloody, what more could they do now? Lamb of God, Son of Man, Messiah, Gods only Son. I look at all those gathered here; My God, what have we done? A sense of shame pervades my soul, Hes innocent! I cry. What can I do to save the Lamb who died for such as I? The crowd hurls insults at the man, derision in their cry: Son of God! King of the Jews! Come Down, lets see you try. But Jesus, He stayed on that cross, Compassion in His eye; Forgive them Father, for they know not! was his impassioned cry. A righteous God; He had a plan, for death was the demand. As Satan had filled this world with sin and infected all of man. With Love, such Love, He sent His Son To Earth for Him to die; To redeem the lost, the sinful, and yes, to rescue you and I! This story has not ended yet, He conquered death and sin. And Satan, well he has no hope, cause Hell fight him and Hell win! -Once for all By: Vicki Lee Bradley
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 13:47:03 +0000