Jesus Paid It All!
Easter Blessings

  When Our Lord Died 

When our LORD died on Calvary,
To take our sins away,
It brought tears into my eyes,
To know HE died that way.

  When our LORD died upon the tree,
And wore HIS crown of thorns,
I felt the pain HE must have felt,
With their ridicule and scorn.

     When our LORD died for all mankind,
   And the nails went through HIS hands,
It broke my heart so deeply,
    That HE was so condemned by man.

    When our LORD spoke to HIS FATHER,
As upon the tree HE hung,
I heard the pain and anguish,
        As HIS voice through theHeavens rung.

    When our LORD cried out,"Forgive them,
For they know not what they do!"
I hung my head in sorrow,
That HE hung there for me too.

      When our LORD surrendered all HIS will,
To HIS FATHER up above,
I felt a calm sweep over me,
Through HIS sacrifice of love.

     When our LORD was resurrected,
And the devil's battle was lost,
I was fill to overflowing,
    By the touch of the HOLY GHOST.

     When our LORD comes again one day,
To claim HIS HOLY THRONE,
My soul will fill with gladness,
Because I'll know I'm going home.

  THE INNOCENT LAMB 

On a lonely hill called Golgatha,
    Three rugged wooded crosses stood,
Two for men who were guilty,
But one for innocent blood.

HE stood before Pontias Pilate,
      With accusations placed on HIS head,
       The governor washed his hands of guilt,
And Barabas was freed instead.

  The people accepted the judgement,
The innocent LAMB was denied,
HE would be mocked and scourged,
Then taken to be crucified.

     HE was marched through the city streets,
With HIS back torn by the whip,
 The cross HE bore made HIM stagger,
    And the stones made HIS feet to slip.

 A crown of thorns was plaited,
 And placed cruelly on HIS brow,
If HE was truly the SON of GOD,
Then GOD would save HIM now.

The sky turned black and ugly,
 No freedom came for the LAMB,
    HIS voice cried out to the Heavens,
            Then HE surrendered HIS life to GOD's hands.

On a lonely hill called Golgatha,
With two guilty men by HIS side,
     The innocent LAMB took the burden,
Forgave us and then HE died.

  TRIUMPH 

   "Crucify HIM, crucify HIM," the crowd cried out that day.
        "But why, I find no fault in HIM," Pilate was to say.
           I "can release but one," he cried, "Which one shall it be?"
          The peoples' voices shouted out, "Set Barabas free!"

             "I find no fault, I wash my hands, of this man's blood," he said.
          "Let all the guilt of innocent blood, be upon your hands."
              "So be it," all the people cried, their hate to be appeased,
               The man called JESUS given to them, to do with as they pleased.

Beaten and mocked, spat upon while HE stood,
HE spoke not a word, though HE knew HE could.
      Marched through the streets in ridicule and scorn,
      Bearing HIS cross and HIS crown of thorns.

     On a hill called Golgatha, with nails in HIS hands,
      They raised on a cross, the innocent LAMB,
        HE hung with the sin of the world on HIS head,
           "FATHER, forgive them,"were the words that HE said.

           "It is finished," HE cried and gave up HIS soul,
         That all mankind might be cleansed and made whole.
        Death couldn't hold HIM, the stone rolled away,
 HE ascended to Heaven in triumph that day!

                Kathy Rowe....author

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