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
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2009
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