HE PAID THE PRICE
He stood alone,
Beaten and condemned.
Would no one step forward,
And proclaim him friend?
He was able to endure
Such pain.
As the whips beat down,
Upon his skin like rain.
And as he lay beaten,
And half dead.
They placed A crown of thorns
Which pierce his head.
Feeling beaten and at such a loss.
He withstood it all,
And carried his cross.
With each drop of blood,
That flowed from his skin.
He washed away,
One more of your sins.
How will you choose to repay,
His sacrifice?
Will you deny,
His presence;
In our life?
Deny the suffering,
He went through.
All for his precious child,
That is you.
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