As Jesus wept, his tears were blood,
Agonising in pain as he was tortured;
Yet he was willing to taste the cross.
As he groaned, his pains were bitter,
Showing love for the whole world;
He made himself a sacrificial lamb.
As he wept, his sorrow was heavy,
Dancing to the tune of shame;
He was ready to battle with death.
As he bled, his agony showed love,
Bearing man's suffering and shame;
He cleansed humanity with his blood.
When he died, man tasted freedom,
Having defeated death he rose again;
He now lives and sits on the throne of glory.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC
As Jesus wept, his tears were blood,
Agonising in pain as he was tortured;
Yet he was willing to taste the cross.
As he groaned, his pains were bitter,
Showing love for the whole world;
He made himself a sacrificial lamb.
As he wept, his sorrow was heavy,
Dancing to the tune of shame;
He was ready to battle with death.
As he bled, his agony showed love,
Bearing man's suffering and shame;
He cleansed humanity with his blood.
When he died, man tasted freedom,
Having defeated death he rose again;
He now lives and sits on the throne of glory.
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