Pierced by hatred
Pierced by thorns
Crowned with pain
He died for all
Unrelenting agony
Suffered He for us
Torn, jagged flesh
Whipped with cruel bone
Life, it left Him
Emptying, abandoning
Covering every sin upon Him
Crimson, yet spotless, He bled for me
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
In bondage to those nails
A prisoner; but free
Fulfilling the will of the Father
May we never cease to cherish
That cherished moment
When He cried, “It is finished”
Glory to God in Heaven, forever shall be
Indeed! May we never cease to cherish
That cherished moment
When He cried, “It is finished”
Beautiful!
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I am so glad that Jesus finished His work.
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Amen … thank you Sharon.
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Beautiful! Glory to God, Amen!
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Thank you Teresa … and yes all glory to God!
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