years He had lived without sin
In the face of temptations, sore,
Now He’d die for the wrongs done by other men,
Holy blood from His veins would pour.
Jews who for His life with one voice cried,
“Away with Him, He’s not our king!”
On the cruel cross He’d soon be crucified,
That new life to them He might bring.
Romans who nailed His hands to the tree
Of Calvary on that sad day,
He would offer His life that they might be free --
Even their debt He died to pay.
wicked men who lived in ages past,
(And the ones who are yet to come),
The Lord let those sinful ones bind His hands fast,
To their evil will He succumbed.
mustn’t forget: It wasn’t just “they”
For whom He went to Calvary,
Hard though it be, still I must honestly say:
“On the cross Jesus died for me.”
drove the nails in the Precious Lord’s Hands,
Placed the crown of thorns on His brow;
I must do whatever it is He demands,
Without Him where would I be now?
paid the price that I never could pay,
He did what I never could do;
The blood that He shed now takes my sins away,
How could I to Him be untrue?
place of the skull” my blessed Lord went,
He went so I wouldn’t have to…
For my sins on that day the Lord’s blood was spent:
I’ll give Him now what He is due.
me to walk in the Light of His Word,
And He bids me obey His Will;
The spark of life His blood in my heart once stirred:
And that life lives on in me still.
to do what I’m asked by my Friend,
I trust that I’ll meet Him on high;
Because of Him I fear not facing life’s end,
For I know that He’s ever nigh.
H. L. Gradowith
Gradowith Poems Archive