Ref 20 ‘THE GREAT I AM’
Time and time again I ask myself the question, “WHY?” Why someone could love me enough To give their all and die. To think He gave His life for me Regardless of my sin, But only He knew through His Blood alone His chosen He could win. For on that day so many years ago As up a rugged street He went, He dragged His cross as He staggered His head and shoulders bent. His body beaten, torn in shreds, Mutilated beyond measure, His brow pierced through with that thorny crown As it was placed there with great pleasure, Grins of satisfaction from a gleeful mob As they stood in Pilate’s hall, Whilst a gathering throng awaited Outside that city wall, Many waiting to see this spectacle To jeer, mock and cry, As the rejected Son of God Men unwittingly did crucify. But there were those who would weep and mourn in grief As they saw their Precious Friend Hang upon that cruel cross, and hear Him cry “IT IS THE END” The work He had now finished He had completed His walk on earth, And soon, so very soon He would herald the Dawn of the New Birth. For the angels would roll the stone away, The trumpet blasts would sound, As within that tomb no longer Was there a body to be found, For it was RESURRECTION MORNING A day for all men to rejoice – Together, even to this day And sing as we raise our voice, Raise our voices in adoration Not to the slain but THE RISEN LAMB, TO THE PRECIOUS SON OF THE FATHER, OUR GOD, ‘THE GREAT I AM’
© Christine Field-Davies
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