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In the Garden of Gethsemane to the
Father cried the Son
"May this cup pass from Me" but "Thy
will not Mine be done"
The cock crowed a second time on that
cold Jerusalem morn
It was time to accomplish to what
He had been born
Although they could find no fault,
they sentenced Him to die
The crowd shouted out their choice,
Barabbas was their cry
He was scourged and beaten, spat upon
with scorn
Mocked as on His head they pushed
a crown of thorns
The cross that He shouldered weighed
heavy upon Him
The burden that He carried was laden
with our sin
The pounding of a hammer resonated
'cross the land
As a Roman soldier drove the nails
into His hands
He asked for their forgiveness, "for
they know not what they do"
A message not for just those that
day, it was for me and you
He cried out to His Father as the
sky turned dark and gray
A tear fell from Heaven and God slowly
turned away
An earthquake tore the temple veil
as the angels cried
He commended to God His Spirit and
then my Savior died
Scarlet footprints to Golgotha, crimson
streams ran down the cross
Each drop of blood was precious, this
blood He shed for us
They placed Him in a borrowed tomb
and sealed it on that day
But on the Sabbath He had risen when
the stone was rolled away
"I will be with you always", is the
promise that He made
He offered us eternal life as He triumphed
o'er the grave
He suffered greatly for our sins and
paid the sacrifice
An awesome love was shown for us in
the Passion of my Christ
By Sue Ikerd © March 8, 2004
Used Here With Sue's Gracious Permission
Contact Sue at: pikerd@llion.org
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