THE PRICE OF LOVE
from "Reflections of Reality" by Charlene Wiek

It's hard to see
life through this pain.
I wonder if Jesus,
if He felt the same.

The thorns and the blood,
the cross, so heavy;
the pain in His heart, in His mind
as He carried --

The cross to the hill
near the Father He was bound;
holes in His hands and feet,
they did pound.

All for us this suffering
His whole life He lived.
God, the Father, above
felt the sins Jesus rid.

He washed us clean
by shedding His blood.
Just like when God
sent Noah the flood.

To wash away evil
it took His Son.
Oh, what a sacrifice.
Oh, what love.