| THE CRUCIFIED CHRIST Our Jesus our sweet Savior How Your body bore the pain, To satisfy God’s wrath So man’s sin cannot remain. The crown of thorns it pierced Your precious holy head, To eradicate our evil thoughts And the unfitly words we’ve said. The nails driven in Your hands This symbolised so much, It crucified the things we do Of unclean things we touch. Your feet they felt the sting As the nails were driven in, To remove ungodly pleasures Where our feet walk towards sin. And the soldiers gave You vinegar To quench Your very thirst; To heal our wicked tongues And all the bitter of outbursts. The soldiers pierced Your side Perhaps close to Your heart, To spear our desires Which keep God and us apart. And Your blood had to be shed To wash away transgressions; To heal our broken souls And to wipe all our pretensions. And You rose after three days As Your mission was complete, You made our bodies whole So we do not taste defeat. Your resurrection speaks aloud As we rise to life anew, And dead to sin once and for all To give glory back to You. (C) P.B. 2011 “But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him and with His stripes we are healed.” Isaian 53:5 “Christ is hated because sin is loved.” Matthew Henry |
By Paras
Piano Compositions & Poetry 