For thirty-three
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.
For the
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.
For the
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.
For the
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.
But we
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.”
My sins
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?
For He
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?
To “the
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.
He calls
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.
I’m happy
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
04-02-2002