Jesus, thank You for the cross.
Where You hung for me.
The place You suffered utmost loss,
That ransomed I may be.
You gave Your all and suffered,
That through You I may live.
Compared with this no thing,
I have is too much to give.
When you suffered, bled, and died,
To pay my sins penalty.
The wrath of God was satisfied,
And my soul could be set free.
Oh, Jesus, thank You for the cross,
The picture of Love so true.
For through Your perfect sacrifice,
I can know and walk with You.
~ A. Vest 4/9/09