The Awful Deed Is Done Poem by Royston Allen

It is finished. The awful deed is done.
For we had crucified God's only Son.
Slew Him there, seeking all our guilt to kill
nailing it to that cross upon the hill.

There amidst the pain and anguish He cried
out for our forgiveness before He died.
"He's the Son of God, " the soldier said
as Jesus Christ bowed down His thorn crowned head.

What manner of Man is this that I see
laying down His life for me at Calvary?
Willing was He to pay that awful price.
Willingly He made that great sacrifice.

Lord, the burden of my sin bowed your head
as You hung upon that cross in my stead.
For no greater love You could ever show
and no greater love could I ever know.