The Holy Sacrifice

Mon, 04/08/2013 - 21:42 -- Mopake

His death was so long
So painful, so sad.
He'd literally sacrificed
All that he had,

For those who rejected him
Spit at him, mocked,
And when he was murdered,
For the Crowds that flocked.

He took all their sins,
And all of their blame,
And God turned his back,
On his only Son's shame.

But there was hope for for our souls
In the death of this Lamb,
Of the Son of God,
The Almighty, The Great I Am!

Jesus was the Sacrifice,
The Payment, the Price,
That ensured our souls place,
With Him, in Paradise!!!

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