THEY CRUCIFIED MY LORD!

The tumult, the tears, Golgotha spread wide,

The horror, the rocks, the bleak mountainside!

The only way that Christ chose decisively

That frightful cross, it was for you and me!

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His body so racked with suffering and pain!

And how could He tolerate the sorrow, the shame?

Priests so determined, their self-righteous cries,

“He claimed to be God, yes!  For this He dies!”

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“If You are who You claim then come down from that tree!”

But He gazed down on them in sorrow, piteously!

The Pharisees (religious) many did not come.

Did any receive?  Yes, truly there were some!

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“Save Yourself and us!”  Cried the thieves on either side.

“Father forgive them!  So long they have been denied!”

Soldier gazing upward no longer was he bored,

“Surely,” he exclaimed, “This is the Son of God!”

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Mary and John close by comforting each other,

Their relationship much more like, son and mother.

Yes, Mary well knew that her son must die! (*)

She leaned into John, there were tears in her eyes.

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The tears were for her sons suffering that day!

Together they ignored the earth splitting quake!

The priests, in terror, fled screaming from that place.

“It is finished!”  The Lord cried, while on His face–

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Through the grim blackness a lone light shone

On my God!  On a cross tree, dying alone. (**)

No!  No!  Not the end!  They buried Him!  He arose!

Over five hundred saw Him alive!  His church grows!

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(*)   But the cruel cross!

(**) My tears near hid my type.

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S H Cox 10.24.05

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

MY IVORY TOWER

Lion from the tribe of Judah,

Roars!  The sound reverberates

“It is finished!”  From the cross

Cries Christ!  The only candidate!

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Crying still triumphantly the sound

Splits sky and earth apart!

Forever more dividing both the

Saint and sinner from the start.

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Divided as in Noah’s time

Scoffing sinner’s hurled rebuffs,

Laughing, jeering, flagrant gestures,

God roared back then, “It is enough!”

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Once again His cry now splitting

Tribes through languages devised

Tower of Babel separating

Those who tried to reach the skies!

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From each other language barriers

Understanding out of reach

Confusion separating families

Long beyond each other’s reach!

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God will roar again!  I know it!

Saint from sinner separate!

“Sheep from goats” you cannot doubt it

Believe!  Leaving no debate!

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Cry of God at least near strangled

Heart is broken looking down,

Sees sick sinners, as with Noah,

Meriting His angry frown!

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Cry now angry, terrible

While his tears a waterfall.

God cannot force man’s repenting!

Will not make man on Him call!

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The cross a failure to so many?

God now turns His head and cries!

Mankind soon will chose direction

Jesus now looks down and dies!

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Was this cross of Christ a failure?

No!  It reconciles me now!

Remorsefully I cry repenting!

Loving Him!  I humbly bow!

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Many more repent!  Accept Him!

Many more receive His grace!

Matchless grace rejoice in mercy!

Soon to look upon His face!

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Tragedy!  Now those forgotten

Cringing in satanic power.

How can saint excuse himself

Sitting in his ivory tower?

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Sam Cox 8.25.05

A SOLDIER’S CRY

Centurion, strong, his muscles firm,

Through many battles!  Little concern

As he gazed upon that cross, he knew

Just what he must, he was called to do!

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“Yes,” he cried, his eyes a bright flame.

This innocent man assuming my blame!

For my sins He suffers!  Cannot allow!

“No, no!” he yells!  “Bring Him down now!”

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At that same moment, the Savior cries out,

His voice merging with the soldiers shout,

“It is finished!”  Their eyes locked in death!

Centurion received with dying breath!

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Judas, a Judas, reveals the scene.

Centurion called in, face seems to beam!

“Guilty!”  The verdict!  “I will now serve The King,

His cross I will accept, my heart will sing!”

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“For all the men you have put to the sword,

You will die by the sword!  This is my word!”

The ruling sovereign makes his decree!

Soldier must die without dignity.

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In his heart the soldier know full well

That he was doomed, could not wait to tell

How one tough soldier, happy to die,

For another tough soldier they had crucified!

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How well he knew that in heaven he would see,

Many he had sent to Eternity!

But for one, the Special One, he would cry!

And await that scarred hand to dry his eye.

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Many unworthy, including myself, we will see in heaven.

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Sam Cox 5.11.05