Whenever I think about the Cross on which my Saviour died for me, I can't help but wonder what I, a lowly sinner, did to deserve that amazing sacrifice.  Yet that is what Jesus did.  He suffered and died to set me free from all my guilt and shame, and to heal me of all my sickness and pain, and He would have done it even if I had been the only person on earth.  So, every day I thank Him for that sacrifice of love.

When I think about the cross

When I think about the Cross
On which my Saviour died,
And about what really happened on that day,
I bow my head in shame
At the price He had to pay
When all my guilt and sins were washed away.

 When I think about the nails
They drove into His hands,
And the suffering and shame He had to bear,
I fall down to my knees
In thanks and endless praise,
For it was love for you and me that held Him there.

Then I think about the blood
Flowing from His pierced side,
And the jagged wounds upon His back and head;
And I see it was for me
That He hung upon that tree,
And I've been made clean because that blood was shed.

When they laid Him in the tomb
So cold, so dark, so damp,
They did not know that He would rise again.
But He rose up from the grave
To be by His Father's side,
And there with Him forever He will reign.

He said He'd come again
To take me to His side,
Though I do not know just when that day will be;
But His promises are true,
So I'll keep looking to the sky,
Earnestly waiting for my King to come for me.

Copyright © 1998 Christine Chipman. All rights reserved.

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