He Took The Sins Of The Entire World,
Yes Each And Every Man.
Upon His Chest He Carried Them,
It Was Apart Of A Mighty Plan!

Yes So Badly Beaten
And Bruised For Each Of Us.
He Knew It Was The Only Way,
That It Was A Must!

What Kept Him On That Cross,
Was His Mighty Love!
No Not Thinking Of Himself;
For He Was Thinking Of,

Each And Every One Of Us
And How Lost We Would Be.
Each And Every One Of Us,
Is All That He Could See.

He Knew The Price Would Be,
So Very Much To Bare,
But To Him It Did Not Matter,
Because Of How He Cares!

A Crown Of Thrones, Yes Dug,
Deep Into His Brow,
But It Did Not Matter,
All He Could See Was How,

How Badly We Were Needing,
A Way To Be Set Free.
His Suffering Did Not Matter,
For He Knew It Had To Be.

Yes, It Was A Battle,
That He Knew Must Be Won.
No Matter What It Cost,
He Knew It Must Be Done.

With The Nails Deeply Driven,
Into His Feet And Hands.
All That He Could See,
Was His Love For Man.

While Everyone Yes Shouted,
"Put This Man To Death!"
The Pain Upon His Chest,
Made Him Take One Last Breath.

In A Tomb Cold And Dark,
Three Days, Yes Did Pass,
But Death Could Not Put An End
To His Mighty Task;

For The Stone Was Moved,
Rolled To The Side.
Jesus Christ Had Risen,
He Was Now Glorified!

He Then Appeared In Hades,
And Stripped Away The Keys!
Bringing That Old Devil,
Down To His Knees!

For Forty Days He Walked,
Upon This Earth Again;
Showing Each And Everyone,
Yes That He Did Win!

No This Was Not The End,
To This Fight So Long Ago,
For The Victory Still Does Lie,
Within Each And Every Soul.

Those That Choose To Believe,
That Jesus Christ Is Lord,
And Confess With Their Mouth,
They'll Be The Ones To See Reward!

Each And Every One Of Us,
He Thought About That Day.
Do You Know With All Your Heart,
That Jesus Is The Way?

That He's The Son Of God,
Who Sits Upon His Throne?
That He Is So Alive,
And That You Are Not Alone?

Cathy Jo Moore
© 2001

This poem was given to us on Plam Sunday