"If you have seen Me, you've seen the Father," said the Son.
So, He completed the earthly task, He had begun.
He let this old world have its way,
for one dark and tragic day
To bring us love,
perfect love,
His kind of love
It wasn't nails that held Jesus to the cross.
It was His love for us, that made Him pay the cost.
And how the angels must have cried,
watching helpless, as He died
To bring us love,
perfect love,
His kind of love
I can almost feel the Heavens shuddering still.
Standing helpless, watching Jesus climb the hill
And asking help from not one man,
perfect love makes no demands
He walks in love,
perfect love,
His kind of love
"It is finished," those were the last words spoken
From the body of a man, whose heart was broken
God condemned, by man the judge,
accepting judgment without one grudge
To bring us love,
perfect love,
His kind of love
It wasn't nails that held Jesus to the cross.
It was His love for us, that made Him pay the cost.
And how the angels must have cried,
watching helpless, as He died
To bring us love,
perfect love,
His kind of love
He brought us love,
perfect love,
His kind of love.
So, He completed the earthly task, He had begun.
He let this old world have its way,
for one dark and tragic day
To bring us love,
perfect love,
His kind of love
It wasn't nails that held Jesus to the cross.
It was His love for us, that made Him pay the cost.
And how the angels must have cried,
watching helpless, as He died
To bring us love,
perfect love,
His kind of love
I can almost feel the Heavens shuddering still.
Standing helpless, watching Jesus climb the hill
And asking help from not one man,
perfect love makes no demands
He walks in love,
perfect love,
His kind of love
"It is finished," those were the last words spoken
From the body of a man, whose heart was broken
God condemned, by man the judge,
accepting judgment without one grudge
To bring us love,
perfect love,
His kind of love
It wasn't nails that held Jesus to the cross.
It was His love for us, that made Him pay the cost.
And how the angels must have cried,
watching helpless, as He died
To bring us love,
perfect love,
His kind of love
He brought us love,
perfect love,
His kind of love.

Your Holy Week prayers and art are a gift from God.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks,
Francis
Thank you Francis for your kind comment. I hope and pray that you are blessed beyond measure as each day unfolds.
DeleteIt's so good to know that after all the cruelness in this world, there still people like you who keep spreading the words of God. Keep it up.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your encouraging words!
DeleteGod Bless