For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Romans 6:23

That I May Live...

My God, my God, what have I done?

The sin in my life has killed your Son.

Despised and rejected, how could it be,

A king so pure should die on a tree.

He stood before Pilate, no fault was found.

Convicted of nothing, beat to the ground.

Crown of thorns placed on his head.

A purple robe, blood stained red.

The soldiers mocked and spit in his face.

“Hail, king of the Jews”, said in that place.

They led him away, he carried his cross,

His energy draining, endured for the lost.

Carrying his cross, not easy to bear.

Simon of Cyrrene was forced to share.

On top of the hill and nailed to the cross.

The ultimate sacrifice, made for the lost.

With his last words, the curtain was torn.

“It is finished”, a new era is born.

Placed in tomb, the stone was sealed.

On the third day, God did reveal.

His Son is alive for all to see,

Sacrifice made for us to be free.

My God, my God, forgive my sin.

I accept your gift that I may live.

C. Dakota