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
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.
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Hi, Susan! Stopping in from Five Minute Fridays. The cross is truly something to cherish…thank you for reminding me with your poem.
What a precious gift we received on the cross. Have a wonderful weekend Susan.
Amazingly beautiful.