Poetry

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We're not our own, you see
Christ paid a great price that day
When he hung on the cross
Bleeding and dying
For ALL the lost

He was beaten so bad
No beauty was there to see
They placed a crown of thorns on his brow
Blood streamed down his face

They stuck a spear in his side
Blood and water gushed out
See, he did ALL this for you and me
Of this there is no doubt

Then, he cried " IT IS FINISHED !"
He commended his spirit to his Father above
They placed him in a borrowed tomb
On the third day, he arose and bloomed

We were bought with a price , you see
For we owed a debt we could not pay
Christ paid the price that dayWhen he went to Calvary

©written by Mrs. Geraldine Rose 12/12/99

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