The Cross

Twas I

that shed

that

sacred blood

I nailed Him to the tree. I crucified the Son of God

joined in the mockery. I watched Him bear my sins - each one

upon that hateful cross.

Where sweat

and blood

ran mingled

down

that I

not suffer

loss.

The pain, the guilt, the agony was His alone to bear.

That I should bow before His throne and praise and worship there.


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