He Chose The Cross - Poem by Royston Allen
'Father, not My will, but Yours', He said
and chose on the cross His blood to shed.
To bear the pain and wear my shame
even though He was not to blame.
Lash by lash the price He paid
as my sins upon Him were laid.
'It is finished', was His cry
and for my life He chose to die
Waves of mercy flowed from the cross
His blood was poured, my soul to wash
Gone as far as the East is from the West
My sins are forgiven and I am so blessed.
Because of You, Lord Jesus I go free
Because You died for me at Calvary
Because You hung there in my stead
Because Your precious blood was shed.
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