The Real Meaning Of Love |
| by Pauline Hamblin |
Just a man, like you and me.
When he hung on the dogwood tree.
Feelings of pain, I know he felt.
When a blow from that spear was dealt.
Beaten and thirsty, hanging there.
The angry crowd did not care.
Gall and vinegar they gave him to drink.
Son of God he had no link.
Dressed in purple, crowned with thorns.
Was the raiment he was adorned.
Crucify him shouts were heard.
He let them, willingly, without a word.
"Greater love hath no man than this"
Words were said for men amiss.
He could have brought them to their knees.
But he knew life's sacrifice was the key.
He looked ahead into time.
Right down into this heart of mine.
He saw promise in my life.
That's why he gave up, without strife.
On the third day he rose again.
Eager to fulfill his Father's plan.
How much he loves us, we fail to see.
He stretched his arms out, and died for me.
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