Empty Cross

As I stand and look at the empty cross my heart is pricked by all that it cost. The love of the Father the loss of his son. To save us all from our sins, every one. Broken and battered, mocked and scorned, The flesh from his bones so brutally torn. The nails that held his hands and his feet testify to a love so complete. That's the price that was paid for you and for me. Paid for the death that we'll never see. As I stand and look at the empty cross my heart softly weeps for all that it cost.