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.

by Betty Jo Mings

© 2000

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