PRICE IS PAID, HE IS RISEN

How can tongue or pen express

The torture, the pain,

Full knowledge, dying everyday

Before ever slain!

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Of course, He grew, a carpenter,

Nails that were driven

Painfully through hands and feet,

Flesh, tortured, driven!

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Every nail he drove through wood

Could He help but think,

Of His own flesh, shuddering

His sanity to the brink?

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Try not to think, consider

Joyous Home above!

Father, son relationship

Bathed in wondrous love!

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Then the many times we have suffered

Our own pain comes to mind!

The moments born comparative,

But just a short time!

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Some pains that we have suffered,

In training the jumps!

All seven parachuting!

The landings, the bumps!

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Then consider combat, hideous

Memories of war!

Of course, we shudder thinking of

No joy in lead that tore!

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Did Jesus then sense freedom

After it was done?

Eternity, considering

Final victory won!

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Torture, all pain ended!

Now, cannot you see

From His death, tomb, risen!

Final victory!

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Provision made!  Price is paid!

Cannot we accept?

His gracious invitation?

To heaven?  Do not reject!

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Eternal suffering is over

From life’s very dawn!

Lord Jesus, you can breathe now!

My future rests upon!

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Sam Cox 04.09

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