What a price You paid,
How brutal the cost,
And yet, You did not complain,
As they nailed You to the cross.
The crown of thorns on Your head,
The blood and sweat dripping into Your eyes,
The lashes from the whips upon Your back,
As You listened to Your mother cry.
You made the grandest gesture,
That the world has ever seen,
And that's why from the top of my lungs I will shout...
JESUS IS MY KING!
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Poems Of Praise
Thơ caFor the rest of my life, For the rest of my days, Jesus my Savior, I will forever praise.
