In my hour of trouble, perplexity and despair,looking to the Cross-I find Him there.Striped and bloodied, naked and tormented,subject of Gods wrath fomented. I fall to my knees, lips that only quiver,speak to my pain oh life giver!One thousand questions get a swift reply,look to the Lamb that was crucified! While you bore the cross,I fancied my crown.Little did I know about love thats laid down!Careless I tread on sacred Sod,in silence drops the blood of God. Faith that reckons, shall find him there.On a blood stained altar I cast all my care.The covering from above if heeded,leaves fig tree withered, leaf no longer needed. From eternity to a womb, through time to a tomb!So the Son of Man traveled, as Lion and Lamb;with trumpet and sword will you come again,er'e shall we meet Thee as bride for the Groom. K.Turner
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