He Chose To Climb The Hill And Not Turn Back Poem by Royston Allen

“Father, not My will, but Yours be done, ” He said
then climbed the hill to the cross His blood to shed.
There He chose to bear my pain and wear my shame
even though He was innocent and not to blame.

A load much heavier than the cross He bore
piercing deeper than the crown of thorns He wore.
He was stricken and smitten of God for me
and my sin had divided God’s divinity.

There lash by lash the price for each sin was paid
as all my guilt and shame upon Him was laid.
Then, “It is finished, ” in victory He cried
as He bowed His head upon that cross and died.

Deep waves of love and mercy flowed from the cross
as His blood was poured out all my sins to wash.
They're gone as far as the East is from the West
and I am now forgiven and very blessed.

Because You hung there on the cross in my stead.
Because Your blood was upon the altar shed.
Because of You, Lord Jesus I now go free.
Because You chose the road to Calvary.