His Gift of Love
I have a very special gift.
One you may long to see.
From the Christ who died so long ago
for the souls of you and me.
He didn’t have to do it.
No wonder that we cried,
To know ‘twas for our sins
Dear Jesus that day died.
As he dragged His cross up to that hill,
knowing all the while
the price he’d pay was for our bill
He somehow trudged that mile.
A crown of thorns upon His head;
nails driven in His hands and feet.
All the wounds oh, how they bled.
What torture He should meet.
Hanging there upon that tree
while we looked on in shame.
Dying there to set us free
He never placed the blame.
Knowing it was He alone
who could save us from our fates,
He looked upward to the throne
far beyond Heaven’s pearly gates.
For our mercy He was pleading.
The pain was oh so grand.
For us He hung their bleeding.
Reaching for His Father’s hand.
The Heaven’s began to thunder
as the sky went black.
There we watched in wonder
as the Father turned His back.
Upon His Son he could not look
as our sins to Him were cast.
Each was stricken from the Book
our debts were paid at last.
Had not He come upon that day
and died to set us free;
what a price we would pay
for all eternity.
The gift that He has given,
meant for each of us to share,
is a home up in Heaven.
He’s waiting for you there
All your sins now pardoned.
Making the path to Him so clear.
Please let not your hearts be hardened,
by the evils oh so near
The time has come to stake your claim.
No longer should you wait.
For you’d have only you to blame
if turned from Heaven’s Gate
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