Before The Cross
I imagine myself before the cross
With my Jesus hanging there,
With Roman soldiers all around
And mockers everywhere.
Even travelers are mocking Him
A spear print in His side,
With Pharisees and Sadducees
Acting dignified.
And as I look up to my Lord
I think of all He's done,
And all the glories of Heaven He left
That my sould be won.
He suffered much at the hands of men
Deserted by His very own,
He suffered pain and anguish.
Their sins to atone.
He lived here in a world of sin
With evil of every kind,
He was atttacked for His words
By those who were so blind...
And yet He died for them
As much for you and me,
They did not know who Jesus was
They were blind and could not see.
And still the people of this earth
Are blind and refuse to see,
That Christ has given himself to be
A ransom for you and me.
Max A. Jennings
February 2003
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