FOR YOU AND ME

Driven by love and deliberately

He gave His life for you and me.

Did He have to?  Yes and I know it well!

Delivering me from a certain hell!

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But before He ever heard my cry

He obeyed the call, he had to die!

“The wages of sin is death,” I know

That is why he had to Calvary go!

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Such pain and suffering!  How could He

Contain it all?  The agony!

Horrific!  Continuous the route

Of misery men brought about!

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Sadistic laughter filled the air!

Enjoying suffering they saw there!

“Forgive them, Father,” He gritted out!

Then all there gathered heard His shout:

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“It is finished!”  He thundered then,

The Son of God despised by men.

It was heard from Gaza to Galilee

Near splintered that object of agony!

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At last the Savior from that cross

Cried, “Why must I thus suffer loss?”

“It is finished!”  He finally cried

“Into Thy hands…”  He gasped and died!

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His stricken shout God answered then

With lightening, thunder, clouds contend

Blackening the sky, the sun put out!

Priests fled blindly with frenzied shout!

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The earth split open, many were lost!

Violent the quakes, like, tempest tossed!

The Christ entombed!  Could not hold!

He rose!  As He so often foretold!

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Sam Cox 9.11.05

THEY BURIED JESUS

Dense darkness covers, how can this be?

Sun still high, crucifiers flee!

Run into each other, terrified!

Not realizing for them He died!

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Meant nothing, their religiosity.

In the Temple daily, so candidly

The ritual of sacrifice was just that!

Just a ritual!  The depth, the meaning fell flat!

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Yet when the heavens blackened that day,

Pharisees, even the priests, fled away!

Tore into each other, ridiculous sight!

But no sight at all!  Black, the black night!

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Only faint light on that cross was seen!

By those looking up, what could this mean?

John gazed long then covered his eyes!

The women wept!  This was no surprise!

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“Mary,” the voice from the cross was clear!

The Savior’s face only seemed to be near!

“Behold thy son!”  All eyes turned to John!

His figure in darkness slight surprise shown!

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“John, behold your mother.”  Tenderness plain!

Felt by each other, a pledge contained!

Silence was broken, when suddenly

They heard from the cross, “Forsaken Me…”

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“Why?”  His scream shatters the dark!

But as soon clarity found its mark!

In measured tones, “Into Thy Hands…”

Tortured Spirit had followed commands!

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Darkness fled, evening light came clear!

Mary’s gaze turned as John came near!

Sadness but peace!  Was it faith inspired?

A new day dawning, was it truth conspired?

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Truly!!

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S. Cox 04.05.09

KNEEL AT THE CROSS

Pain?  Of course!  The Christ on the cross.

They laughed as He writhed up there!

John swallows hard gritting his teeth!

Some hate, most did not care!

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They went along with the crowd.

Did you enjoy the show?

Spectacle most could not careless!

Enjoy that?  Heavens no!

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“God, why have you forsaken me?”

A cry!  A sob!  Who cares?

Soldiers had ridiculed with a crown.

Crown of thorns on His head!

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Thorns drew fresh blood already soaking

His face down to His chest.

Tormentors have you no knowledge

Of His love for you?  Contest.

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“Father, forgive them.  They know not,

They know not what they do.”

Oh, they knew alright!  Or did they?

His words were surely true!

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Thoughtless, uncaring, they were just doing

What the crowd does, always right.

Majority rules, follow the crowd.

Even when not too bright!

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The not-saved crowd, hell-bound for sure!

And the crowd yelled,  “Crucify!”

Sure, the crowd laughed and jeered, what else?

They scoffed and watched Him die!

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One heathen, a Roman soldier,

Listens closely, hears and soon,

“Into Thy hands I commend My Spirit.”

Earthquake followed, darkest gloom!

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The soldier, a Centurion, saw and heard

While the thoughtless ridiculed.

Said, “Surely this was the Son of God!”

Many with him unschooled.

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Weighing all the facts were convinced,

“This is The Son of God indeed!”

Centuries later this Romans thought grew!

And brought forth seed!

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S. H. Cox  08.11.10