The Work of the Cross
I stand inawe of the pure agony
as Christ sweat blood in Gethsemene.
I watch as He is arrested,
mutilated by whip,mocked and detested.
I hurt as he falls from the weight of the beam
He must carry to His execution scene.
I weep as the nails they are pounding
And the beam drops into place soundly.
I hear Him talk to His Mother lovingly,
Then ask God's forgivgeness for His enemies.
I stiffen as the sky turn,s black at mid-day
and wait three silent hours till it clears away.
I hear Him cry ," Why have You forsaken Me?'
then He said,"It is finished." on Calvary's tree.
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