He lived a life so sinless and spotless Yet He died for the sins of the world Though He had the power to resist death Accepted to die for all His crown, He exchanged for thorns His fame was exchanged for shame His throne, He left for the tomb His precious life, He gave up on the cross Like a plant growing on dry ground He had no beauty to be desired From Him they hid their faces But for your transgressions, He was wounded For your iniquities, He was bruised Like a lamb brought to the slaughter And a sheep taken to her shearers He openeth not His mouth Friends denied Him His father forsook Him A companion betrayed Him And enemies killed Him JUST FOR YOUR SAKE (Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends... Jn. 15:13) Happy Easter!!! Alice Asuquo
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