I had a friend the other day,
Asking what God has done for me.
I did not take time to sift
through everyone of God's great gifts.
I started to tell him of the greatest One.
About the life and death of God's Own Son.
He said he'd already heard that story
and that he found it long and boring.
So I rolled my eyes at him
and skipped ahead to the end
of how the Son of God died for our sins.

First He was stripped,
Then He was whipped,
He was mocked, scorned,
Then crowned with thorns,
Abused, ridiculed,
Spit upon,
And then His cross
He bore alone.
Forced to drag it up a hill,
And nailed to it, so His blood would spill.
He prayed that God would forgive all of them,
And asked why He had turned His eye's from Him.
He hung up there, and slowly died,
His mother watched, His mother cried.
He could have called His angels in,
Instead He payed the price for us,my friend.
In all of this, if you'll believe,
No greater gift could You receive.
 
 

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