THIS IS LOVE

He came from heaven to set me free

For my sins had separated the Father and me.

He was born in a horse trough, dirty and cold

Had to flee for His life at a couple years old.

Cared for by His family till he became a man

Then called by the Father to complete His loving plan.

Arrested by an angry mob as His friends fled in shame

Left Him alone to suffer a scourging filled with pain.

The whip was made of leather, with glass and rock and steel

That dug into His naked back and there His blood revealed.

A crown of thorns was fashioned and pushed upon His head

  Drawing blood where it was placed and jeeringly they said

“Hail Oh Jewish king!”, then spit and struck His face

With kindness in His eyes He handled this disgrace.

The blood had dried upon His back, soaked right through his shirt

They ripped it off with all its pain, oh that must have hurt.

Alone He faced a makeshift trial and never was upset

Even through He knew the jury and verdict were all set.

GUILTY, GUILTY came the cry, we want Him put to death

Came the shouts from angry Jews with blood upon their breath.

Little sleep and loss of blood, it all had made Him weak

The Skull was next and it’s His cross, now the soldiers seek.

On either side the people stood, to see this criminal’s parade

But if they knew this perfect man, they’d have known it’s a charade.

He struggled under that heavy cross until he couldn’t stand

To help Him out, out of the crowd, they picked another man.

The skull was reached, the place of death where 3 of them would die

Upon the ground, upon the cross their hands and feet were tied

Then nailed in place with painful sounds and dropped into a hole

Raised in the air so all could see the curial crosses’ toll.

Up and down the Savior moved upon this rugged beam

His back, His hands, His feet all hurt, I can feel His silent scream.

To breath they raised upon their feet and fought against the pain

Then slumped to rest, but could not breath, to repeat this sickening game.

He cried, "My God, you've forsaken me" as His Father turned away

Added to His painful heart for my sins He bore that day.

Because of sin that I had done, He died upon that tree

The only way the Father had to set this sinner free.

How could the Father watched them kill, His one and only Son

But quietly He faced the pain as letting Satan think He’d won.

We know the Lord came back to life, rose up on that third day

He conquerored death and showed His love by giving us a way.

So when our journey seems too hard, just look to God above

And know He’s there and gave it all to show us -  THIS IS LOVE!