He Died In My Place
by Nellie Shani How he died on the tree All in Isaiah fifty three A King coming to earth Yet had no noble birth An invisible crown on His head Born in a stable for a bed Leaving His throne for humanity He had no beauty or majesty His appearance was not desirable The reception He got was terrible Though all heavenly hosts hailed Him Pharisees and Sadducees hated Him He was despised and rejected With sorrow and pain afflicted He was pierced for our transgressions But man will still not make confessions Like sheep we all go astray Each one following his own way On Him the judgment guilty Though nothing on Him was filthy On that frightful afternoon Which upon Him came too soon He walked that lonely road to Calvary Then hung on a cruel tree Cut off from the land of the living Yet with His death salvation bringing On Him death had no hold The third day His resurrection bold He stormed the gates of hell Released captives from their cell The kingdom of darkness was shaken From Satan the key of death taken Today in heaven glorified By His blood we are purified At the right hand of the Father seated Satan has been defeated Nellie Odhuno Shani is a Counselor, Conference speaker and writer. Her first books are available on amazon.com, Barnes and Nobles and on her author's websites. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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