The Cross

I Cringed with horror at the wicked men
Who crucified the Lord at Calvary.
I wondered how their hands could drive the spikes
That held His limbs secure upon the tree.

Then Jesus looked at me with love, and said,
"My child, it was for YOU I had to die.
It was YOUR SINS that put me on the cross,
And for YOUR LIFE I paid that price so high."

I wept, and prayed, and asked Him to forgive
My sinful heart, and write my name above.
He heard my prayer, and I was born again.
My soul He ransomed with His tender love.

Oh Lord, I pray I never will forget
The awful punishment for me You bore.
Please keep my heart attuned to hear Your voice,
Until my soul finds rest on Heaven's shore.

           Written by: Betty Jo Mings
                  bmings@verizon.net
     http://www.bettyjomings.truepath.com