      Upon Golgotha's Hill... The milling crowd of mockers, Were suddenly very still.  Breathed a tortured sigh... "Forgive them, Father," He prayed. It was His fervent last cry.  To this Man who had never sinned? Was it envy and stupidity, That they never can rescind? He died for my sins, too... And I felt the sting of the whip, As it slashed His body through and through! I bow in humble prayer... And I thank you for my Jesus, And His constant loving care. Who gave His life away, To redeem every sinner, Who has ever gone astray. How He suffered on that tree... And He arose, the first of many, He is every believer's guarantee! And His commandments we obey... "God's grace is sufficient" And all our sins are washed away! emmayy@webtv.net        Artwork - Poem - Music Used with permission. Works may not be reproduced, distributed or displayed in any way without written permission from the artists. Please Honor the Artists Copyright Laws. All Rights Reserved © 1999-2008 |