REMEMBER HIS PRICE
As we stand before His sacred altar,
Let us not forget to pray,
For the less fortunate,
Needing prayer in their lives.
Let us remember His sacrifice,
Dealt with torture and man's denial,
Wearing a prickly crown of thorns,
A sign of royal disgrace.
His spirit could not be broken,
By the cruel lashes given in jealousy.
The harsh accusations could not deter Him,
From His ultimate sacrifice for His children.
The sharp spear thrust in His side,
Dripped His precious blood,
On the ground of His torture site.
Forever it would remain a torturous sign.
As we gaze upon our loving family,
We experience grace's freedom,
That His ultimate sacrifice has given,
Releasing us from the bondage of sin.
For this was the most precious gift,
Only Our Savior could bestow.
He gave us eternal peace,
Bought with the price of His blood.
Remember His Price brought us His grace,
A reward for the dirtiest soul,
With His death as the bargain chip,
We won the battle against the blackest sin.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2005
My Father's Eyes
My Mojo Revster Shan's Faith Book