The Sacrifice

Death must be paid, He became the sacrifice.
They laughed, they mocked as the lashes struck.
He cries in pain for the things we've done.
Could you see His love with each strike?
The way the whip ripped His flesh just for us.

Nailed to the cross, both hands, both feet.
A crown of thorns, His royal mockery.
'Crucify Him.' We yelled to the soldiers.
The cross came up for Him to hang.
We watched with contentment-
For our evil hearts to be seen.
The innocent Lamb, our sacrifice.

"Father forgive them, for they-
know not what they do."
Those were His last words,
For God to forgive us of our evil.
But why, I wonder, would He do such a deed?
With His finale breath 'It is finished.'

Darkness fell.

Thunder crashed, the earth shook.
The veil was torn in half.
People ran, people screamed.
But few stood to stare.
One soldier repented,
For he saw the Son of God.

Death could not hold Him,
Three days slipped away,
The tomb was opened,
The burial cloth lay empty.
The Son of God rose from the dead.

Now we wait in wonder,
For the coming of our King.
Clothed in splendorous white.
He rides on the winds of Heaven,
Coming to our rescue once and for all.