Looking at the CrossA poem for Good Friday by Ellen5e
As I look up at the cross I see,
The Guiltless Lamb who died for me.
I see the thorns that adds to the pain,
In the form of a crown. His born for my gain.
It is hard to look upon those stripes
so bloody & wide, deep & thin,
Not that they were undeserved,
but just payment for MY sin.
So how is it that Jesus is up there,
while I remain unscathed?
Because of what He Himself has said…
“There is NO OTHER WAY”!
The sky grew dark, the thunder rolled,
the very earth shook;Â rock and stone,
The penalty paid;Â “It is Finished” crossed His lips,
and the furious wrath of God was shown.
Indeed the innermost veil of the temple
was torn by God above,
Not only was God’s wrath poured out
But Grace,Â such undeserving Love.
God was supplying His very own Son.
Jesus came as both sacrifice and priest;
that we might be reconciled to God,
and partake in the Passover Feast.
Don’t you see what’s been done here?
What a great price has been paid!
When all the sins of the world,
were upon Jesus Christ laid.
And He willingly bore them,
out of His perfecting love,
that we might be with Him
forever and in eternity above.
Please join me Dear Friend in honoring what took place on this Good Friday!
He who was without sin became sin for us so that we might become the righteousness of God through Jesus Christ our Lord!
Blessing and Honor and Glory to the Lamb who was slain, forever and ever- Amen.
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