| He Bore Our Cross |
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Jesus staggered at the load, going up that old hill Paying for all sins, who turns and does Gods will. He'll pardon you and me with all His abundant love, As we pick up our crosses and follow Him above. Joy abounded when He split the veil from top to bottom, And the rains came down, but nothing could stop Him Seeing, then, that we have a hope, such, being so great There can be no room in the heart, for things of hate. His precious Blood running down the hill with rue. He said "Father forgive them, they know not what they do." The veil taken away for we, who believe on His name. We bow to His Glorious honor, without any shame. The third day He, opened the door to His borrowed grave, Taught all His disciples how the people could be saved. Our Lord didn't commission someone to take His place. He took on all our own shame and died full of Grace. He carried the Cross, there's no need to do it, again. He went into Satan's hell, and took the keys to amend . . . All the sin that ever was or, will ever be on earth. He's the Son who was born of the Spirit and a virgin birth. He's coming again one day, soon; we surely all believe. Let us be ready and willing, in our hearts, Him to receive, Today is the appointed time. Why would any want to wait? Jesus is coming soon, don't abide in sin 'til it's too late. |
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