Oh
how I cherish the cross
When
I gaze upon it
I
see my Savior who died
To
set me free
I
see the holiness of God
And
the ugliness of my sin
The
chains of sin that once held me
Have
been broken; I’ve been set free
The
blood of Christ was shed
To
cleanse me whiter than snow
The
Father’s love so deep
He
gave His only begotten Son
The
place where my Kinsman Redeemer
Paid
the price and made me His own
by
Susan Wachtel
January
19, 2013
.jpg)
Though
I’m a day late, I did not want to miss an opportunity to participate in Lisa-JoBaker’s Five Minute Friday writing challenge.
Head over to her website “Lisa Jo Baker Tales from a Gypsy Mama”. Be sure to read some of the entries from
other writers. I can promise you that
you will be blessed.
No comments:
Post a Comment