THE CROSS


Each day I look back trying to imagine the pain he felt
As each torn pierced his side.
I stop and imagine how much love one could have for
Another showing a true definition of love.

Each day I search for him because by his stripes we are
Made whole again.
He didn't die for just anybody but for a precious being as you.
You are worth dying for, his crucifixion signifies a death to flesh
And the desires of the heart.
He cried out to God saying "oh let this cup pass over"

He took the pains so we could never feel pain
He took the lashes so we would never be hurt again
He was humiliated so we would never experience shame
He was ridiculed and made a mockery so we could preach the gospel
In confidence.

What love he showed us filled with passion
As I race to him I imagine and respect his death for me
"I Am a Product of The Cross"

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