They whipped His back until it ran red
A crown of thorns crushed on His head
They spat at Him and struck His face
And on wooden cross they did Him place
With nails in hand they stooped low
And fixed Him there with hammer blow
When finished nailing they lifted high
The Son of God to watch Him die
A swords’ sharp blade pierced His side
And on Calvary hill Jesus died
They carried His body to lonely grave
The Lamb of God who came to save
Cruel death itself could Him not hold
But Thomas doubted what he was told
His master risen for whom he grieved
Felt wounded body and then believed
More than any man my Saviour suffered
A Lamb to the slaughter; a sacrifice offered
Wounded for my transgressions; bearing my sin
As with His great love my soul He did win
I cling to His promise when trials they test
"Come unto me and I will give you rest"
Though now I am wounded and suffering is sore
All sorrow will be ended when I enter Heavens’ door
Colin Moffett
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