3rd in the series of- The Travail of the King
Oh it was awful
Saddening would be an understatement
To accurately express
Such wrath, such hatred,
Such indignation shown by man
Even to the Lord their glory
But He took it all in
And to their account he charged nothing
Upon that crossed tree He solemnly hung
Bleeding to death His appearance deformed
Out of him poured forth water and blood
His soul, decanting unto death
With the transgressors He hung on the cross
Sharing His space with the damned and cursed
Suddenly I saw something
Oh I saw something
A smile though weak it streaked His face
In its frailty, it lit up His frame
Though weak yet strong He hung in place
For He knew our redemption was His purchase
Unknown to all that our sins He bore
Him who knew no sin became sin for all
That by His tribulations unto death
We could live again unto health
Not by money nor price, it was a gift for all times
Oh what Love
Oh what travail of hope
That even in our acrimony
He interceded for us still
In Truth it was the Travail of our King.
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2018-09-07 03:51:52
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