The Price

ashen is the color of your Holy face bruised and bloody where the stripes left their trace upon a back so strong and fair leaving bloody scars from lashes so unfair you were stripped of all Your dignity for all of mankind's iniquities to pay a price You did not owe all because You love us so then they thrust upon Your brow a tightly woven thorny crown as the blood ran down Your face still You continued to give us grace dragging Your cross through the rough streets to hang with nails thru hands and feet upon a hill called Golgotha for societies worst in attempt to strip You of all Your worth all through the strife and all of the pain not one time did You complain for a price that must be paid all for our sins and wicked ways so we may all be forgiven and take our place up in Heaven with the One who paid the ultimate price to give to us eternal life I have so little to give in return except my life for what it is worth certainly not the price You paid hardly seems a fair trade if You will exept my humble heart I will certainly try to do my part to make all those around me see how awesome life with You can be Thank You Lord for Your undying love