HAPPINESS THROUGH AGONY

My Lord well knew His final step
Would be His end on ruthless cross.
As man He chose His way to grip
Though He knew coming pain was gross.

Though man, He could not opt escape
As that would bring Him great remorse,
An endless pain, and loss of hope,
Eternal crosses in their force.

The pain of cross would save His soul,
With all the beauty of its love.
He stuck to His soul happy goal
Whose anguish was short; He could shove.

He was so glad despite that pain
Though agony was grim and hard.
His joy of that cross had great gain;
He rescued who killed Him and scarred.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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