Upon Thy Cross
I never saw more wonderous
more meaningful true love
Than that of my dear Lord
Unconditional true love
Upon the cross his head did bow, his heart for this world be broken
before he died these precious words, were memorably spoken
Forgive them Father, he softly said, for they know not what they do.
And silently he slipped away, settling the sin of debt for me and you.
Approaching fast is Christmas Morn
Whilst children dream of presents
I hope they offer just one small smile
For Our Dear Lord up in heaven.
Copyright © Julie Cottingham | Year Posted 2008
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