The Choice of the Hillside
THE CHOICE OF THE HILLSIDE
God did not choose a mountain so lofty and so high
To be the place of suffering whereon His Son would die.
God did not choose an island so far out in the sea
Where Christ would pay the ransom and die for you and me.
God did not choose a valley so lush and full of green
To be the place of anguish where darkness would be seen.
Instead God chose a hillside marked by the skull of man
Because it had a message for the lost soul of man.
We’re dead in our trespasses and doomed eternallyh
Unless we trust the Savior who died for all to see.
The skull of death is there now, but the prise has all been paid,
For Jesus also rose from the grave where He was laid.
The choice we need to make now is not on a mountain high,
A valley, or an island where ships go sailing by.
It’s at that lowly hillside—Golgotha is its name,
And sometimes it’s called Calcary, but the place is still the same.
Will you come to that hillside by faith in Chist today?
Nor a mountain, island, valley—No He is the only way.
Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2016
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