Though sinful men God loved us,
Enough to send His son.
To give His life, it was a must,
To right the wrong we'd done.
In agony He shed His blood.
Though a spotless lamb was HE,
That whoever plunged under the cleansing flood,
From every guilt would be set free.
Now weary pilgrim hear my word;
The road indeed is hard.
So that this message could be heard,
Christ's body, it was scarred.
Your wordly friends may snub you,
Greet you with hoots and hails,
As Jesus died, few friends stood true;
His lovely hands were driven with nails.
If you think your tribulations are more than you can bear,
Don't ever forget there is a cost for everything that's dear.
Every time you are confused God makes a way that's clear.
No matter what sorrow may betide Christ still abides to care.
* This was written when I was sixteen to conclude a talk in C.A.'s.