The Cross Of Jesus

He left His Fathers home abovewhere all was harmony, peace and love,and to this sinful world He cameto set us free from sin and shame.
But most did not receive HimKings and rulers knew Him not,but He came as promised to Bethlehem,and a manger of straw was His cot.
Angels announced His heavenly birthand sang praises in the skies above,but not for Himself did He come to earth,but to suffer and shed His blood for us.
He hung upon that cross in pain,humbled, nailed to it's rugged frame.He could have had an angel trainto bear Him up to the heavenly plain.
And in the darkness hanging there,the agony was hard to bear,His hands and feet the nails did tear,but people watching did not care.
Let Him come down from the cross, they saidHe raised people from the dead.He worked miracles and thousands fedfrom a small basket of fish and bread.
He could have left that wooden cross,but oh, at such tremendous lossabandoned us to a dreadful fatebut no, His love was far too great.
He would rather bear the pain aloneand for our sin and shame atonethan take the smooth and easy roadto take Him back to His Father God.
Forgive them Father, was His cryas drew on His hour to die,His heart of love was broken bythe scorn of those who stood near by.
Six hours He hung in agony and painthat He for us eternal life might gain,despised, rejected, once our Saviour came,but next time He as King will reign.
Not as a baby to Bethlehem's manger,nor to His people a total stranger,but as Friend and King, our Saviour will cometo take us back to His heavenly home.
From the gloom of this world with it's sin and it's woeHe will take us all home who have chosen to go.Won't you come dear one, the offer is freeof love, joy and peace for eternity.
E.M. Baker.2001