They hung Him in the early morn
Beyond the midday heat
Whilst gambling for clothes He’d worn
And sandals from His feet
Naked He’d come naked He’d gone
He’d lived, tortured till dead
Yet whilst on earth had God’s true Son
No place to lay His head
He bore our sickness, woeful curse
Suffered the cross alone
Creator of the universe
Had nought to call His own
What glory could His killers see?
What sign from Heaven came?
He said He’d set the captive free
But died festooned in shame
Could this; have been The longed for Christ?
What do the scriptures say?
Why would God’s Son be sacrificed?
Why should He die that way?
The Christ would right our parent’s wrong
Would bring our enemy down
Would sing with us the victors song
Restoring Adam’s crown
Could Heaven’s Truth be made more plain?
Had not these works been done?
Foretold one day He’ll come again
To finish what’s begun
We must prepare to meet Him there
Behave The Way we should
In hope eternal life to share
[FONT='Times New Roman','serif']Through Jesus’ cleansing blood..... [/FONT]
