Would You?, © by Vickie Lambdin

Would you die for Jesus,
The way He died for you?
Or, would you bow your head
And say, "This, I can't do?

What if Jesus, Himself, said
To His Father, up above,
"Why do I have to die for them?
They lack in Faith, and Love?"

What if our Heavenly Father said;
"Son, I'll spare you from the cross.
You don't have to perish
For the sinners that are lost."

It would be sad, for all of us,
To look into the face
Of our Father, up above,
Without His Saving Grace.

God could have said,
"I don't think it's wise
To punish My Son,
For their wicked demise."

But, I'm so glad
That God told His Son,
"It's a huge sacrifice.
But, it has to be done."

For God loved us so much,
He let His Son take our place;
When He died on that cross,
For the whole human race.

Easter's when Jesus
Arose from His grave,
Sacrificing His own life,
So that we could be saved.

Holy Blood, © by Joan Clifton Costner

He walked the way to the garden -
And blood fell in that place;
Bounded before the rulers,
His blood streamed down His face.

No mercy, grace or pardon
Was granted to Him, here.
But, God was, then, providing
The price for all the years!

My sins were, there, upon Him;
Blood red, then sparkling white!
My hope in Him, eternal,
Brought Heaven into sight!

How can that bright red blood
make white?
I do not understand.
But this I know, we'll never need
Another sacrificial lamb!

He is so very beautiful,
More worthy than any words.
I cannot think of the abyss,
Were His name never heard!

The tomb is but a vacuum,
Drawing earthly souls to Him!
The blood has done it's mighty work
And we are cleansed from sin!

His Cross Became My Crown, © by Pearlie Duncan Walker

Long before I knew Him,
I begrudged having to go to Church;
Sitting by a little brook,
beneath a crooked limbed old birch.
But, one night, I felt His voice
and I heard the Minister say,
"If you want to go to this lovely place called Heaven, this is the way."

I bowed to the Master,
asking Him to come into my own heart,
‘Cause never, in my life span,
did I want this feeling from me to part.
I saw, in my heart, the old rugged cross He bore up a hill, that day.
And, I cried, "Lord, I give my life
to You and I will ever stay."

So, He crowned me with glory
and His Cross became my crown,
Because I want to be with my Savior,
in Heaven, and hear the angels sound.
I asked for His mercy and, upon my heart He very lovingly did bestow,
A crown of Glory born of a Cross he carried, as upon a hill He did go.

My crown was paid for by Jesus,
as He hung and for my sins died.
When I really realized this, my heart bled and I hung my head and cried.
"Lord Jesus, forgive me.
Though, naught did I do, way back then."
But, since I received my crown,
I know Jesus died for every sin.

He will show us the way to glory, every step and every prayer of the way.
He will lead us to victory, again, every time we err and go astray.
The old cross was the burden
that we all thank Jesus for, today.
For, He took our punishment.
He earned, for all of us,
an eternal stay.