UPON THE CROSS

> With Thunder, Lightning, and Earth Quaking, our Death Debt He Paid <

UPON THE CROSS
By Arley Steinhour 032916

Look at your hands,
Behold your feet,
Forehead scared by Bands,
Of Thorns, complete?

I know the answer
'No they're not,
On that you'd swear,
Skin clean and taut.

The life we live,
In our Mortality,
Much Sin, we give,
To our Totality.

The Price that's owed,
To cleanse our Soul,
Only Redemption bestowed,
Can find Perfect Goal.

Free from our Sin,
Just for the asking,
Means, we can Win,
Redeemed, not Masking.

On the Rugged Cross,
At hill, called Calvary,
Takes away our Loss,
And sets Soul Free.

Accepting Bridegroom,
With a 'Sip of Wine,'
Resurrects from Tomb,
Our Faith, we Consign.

Hang your Sin, Upon the Cross,
Accept the Price, there Paid,
To never suffer any Loss,
In Paradise, we be Displayed.

AMEN