The chopping block, the guillotine,
The noose, electric chair,
The burning at the stake. There
Was nothing to compare—
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To the torture of the cross, with
Its nails, its constant pain.
Six hours plus, of torture, like,
Over and over again.
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Did he have to take the punishment?
Or die on strangling breath?
(The consequence of death, of course,
“Sin’s wages,” you know, death!)
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Of course He had to die (in sin)
Not His but yours and mine! (*)
The substitutionary work
Could only be Divine!
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Deity, the cross of shame, (**)
What more could any ask?
He took the torture and the shame.
Now we can have a blast?
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No! Believe on Him! Requirement!
What more could man desire?
Well, Satan too, believes on Him
And he is consigned to fire!
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Believe and accept! Rejoice in Him!
You cannot less acclaim!
How can you not rejoice, be glad?
He took your sin and shame!
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Cool!
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(*) He was sinless!
(**) Not just the pain, the shame!
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Sam Cox 03.10.04
Poems from His heart 