Why Should I Gain From His Reward
The hosts of Heaven wept
The Father held His ground
The Saviour hung in shame
With coarseness all around
The crowd saw only loss
Disciples hid from view
A Mother watched her dreams
Dismissed like morning dew.
And all the Man had said
And all that He had done
Could not prevent the hate
That stopped a mid-day’s sun
He begged on our behalf
That light would come, and soon
And mercy for our crimes
This great Plan to atone.
Now I have heard the tale
And I have sensed my debt
And I have mourned this Cross
Still, I am hopeful yet.
Just as a priest of old
By strictest ways and means
Christ bore me on His heart
And I am rendered clean.
I cannot comprehend
‘Twas me for whom he died
But at Redemption’s end
His pain, full satisfied.
Copyright © Doug Blair | Year Posted 2017
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