Here is my newest poem, I hope you like it.

 

The Price

Just to think of how God loves us, it’s a miracle I know

How He came so far from heaven just to find me here below,

And to think of how He found me bound by willful sin and vice

Yet He looked beyond my choices and He gladly paid the price.

Jesus faced the degradation of a life of poverty

And the weakness and the burdens of a body’s frailty

He endured the separation from His Father and His throne

So that death & hell & judgment would not claim me as their own.

Promise-keeper, ever-faithful was by those He loved betrayed

Seized by soldiers in the garden, His disciples ran away

Greedy Judas, for the silver, carried out the Council’s plot

And when warming by the fire, Peter said, “I know Him not.”

Beaten, spat upon and tortured, mocked by those he came to save

Willingly He bore the sentence, and surrendered to the grave

Merrily they cheered His suffering, partaking in the devil’s coup,

Yet He pled, Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.

As He hung there, bleeding, dying, pouring out His precious blood

Few there were who knew the meaning of that sacred, crimson flood

Lamb of God, abused and tortured, was for me the sacrifice

That obtained my soul’s salvation for I could not pay the price.

My dear Savior from God’s throne room saw what no one else could see

Looking through time’s darkened portal, He could view eternity

For the joy that was set before Him, for God’s glory up above

He despised the shame and gladly paid the awful price of love.

One day in that blest forever, We will sit around His throne

With the saints of all the ages, when we’ve all been gathered home.

And we’ll ask to see the nail scars, as we live in paradise

And rejoice throughout the ages that He was willing to pay the price.

Pastor Marty Hughes