Poem of a Psalm 22
Misery and pain,
In victory Thou art slain,
Castaway on a cross made of wood,
To die a wicked death,
He would, but why He should?
Jesus gave us His last breath...
Pure and Awesome God!
Thank you Lamb of our Father!
For accepting this awful lot,
For taking our place, and being the only victim of the slaughter!
Crieth, You hath not!
Thou art Awesome brother!
All give thanks and endless praises!
To The Holy Son of our Heavenly Father!
Amen, even so come LORD Jesus!
