In my hour of trouble, perplexity and despair,
looking to the Cross-I find Him there.
Striped and bloodied, naked and tormented,
subject of Gods wrath fomented.
I fall to my knees, lips that only quiver,
speak to my pain oh life giver!
One thousand questions get a swift reply,
look to the Lamb that was crucified!
While you bore the cross,
I fancied my crown.
Little did I know about love that’s laid down!
Careless I tread on sacred Sod,
in silence drops the blood of God.
Faith that reckons, shall find him there.
On a blood stained altar I cast all my care.
The covering from above if heeded,
leaves fig tree withered, leaf no longer needed.
From eternity to a womb, through time to a tomb!
So the Son of Man traveled, as Lion and Lamb;
with trumpet and sword will you come again,
er'e shall we meet Thee as bride for the Groom.
K.Turner