His Cross Became My Crown
Long before I knew Him,
I begrudged having to go to Church;  Who came to cleanse and heal.
Sitting by a little brook,
beneath a crooked limbed old birch.
But, one night, I felt His voice
and I heard the Minister say,
"If you want to go to this lovely place called
Heaven, this is the way."
I bowed to the Master,
asking Him to come into my own heart,
‘Cause never, in my life span,
did I want this feeling from me to part.
I saw, in my heart, the old rugged cross He
bore up a hill, that day.
And, I cried, "Lord, I give my life
to You and I will ever stay."
So, He crowned me with glory
and His Cross became my crown,
Because I want to be with my Savior,
in Heaven, and hear the angels sound.
I asked for His mercy and, upon my heart He
very lovingly did bestow,
A crown of Glory born of a Cross he carried, as
upon a hill He did go.
My crown was paid for by Jesus,
as He hung and for my sins died.
When I really realized this, my heart bled and
I hung my head and cried.
"Lord Jesus, forgive me.
Though, naught did I do, way back then."
But, since I received my crown,
I know Jesus died for every sin.
He will show us the way to glory, every step
and every prayer of the way.
He will lead us to victory, again, every time we
err and go astray.
The old cross was the burden
that we all thank Jesus for, today.
For, He took our punishment.
He earned, for all of us,
an eternal stay.
A Crown of Thorns
There was, upon this earth, a Savior
He wore a crown of thorns upon His head, Our
souls to ever seal.
He gave up the crown of Glory
That was rightfully His, that day ~
That He came to earth to give
Unto all men, a glorious stay.
He put aside His own sweet crown,
His signet ring that day,
That, maybe, all would come and walk
In His dear righteous way.
He loved us with a love so pure.
On His head He wore a crown of thorns,
That His love would cleanse the world
And man could be reborn.
Mighty is the name of this Savior,
Jesus. He redeemed the day
For all who would accept Him
And walk along His righteous way.
They hung Him upon
an old rugged Cross,
A thief on either side.
But, the day He comes back, again,
He’ll take us to be His bride.
If we give our Hearts to Him
Who bore our shame on Calvary’s Cross,
Though we’ve sinned o’er and o’er,
We’ll suffer no loss ...
But, only if we claim Him as Savior
And are not filled with shame.
Then, that fateful day, in Glory,
He’ll proudly proclaim our name.
This is the love of one so dear ~
That He suffered agonizing pain
So, when this life on earth is over,
Through Him, we’ll be joined again.
By His tender mercies and pain
Of a crown of thorns upon His head,
He will raise us up to Glory, as was He
After they pronounced Him dead.
Holy Blood
He walked the way to the garden -
And blood fell in that place;
Bounded before the rulers,
His blood streamed down His face.
No mercy, grace or pardon
Was granted to Him, here.
But, God was, then, providing
The price for all the years!
My sins were, there, upon Him;
Blood red, then sparkling white!
My hope in Him, eternal,
Brought Heaven into sight!
How can that bright red blood
make white?
I do not understand.
But this I know, we'll never need
Another sacrificial lamb!
He is so very beautiful,
More worthy than any words.
I cannot think of the abyss,
Were His name never heard!
The tomb is but a vacuum,
Drawing earthly souls to Him!
The blood has done its mighty work
And we are cleansed from sin!
Would You?
Would you die for Jesus,
The way He died for you?
Or, would you bow your head
And say, "This, I can't do?
What if Jesus, Himself, said
To His Father, up above,
"Why do I have to die for them?
They lack in Faith, and Love?"
What if our Heavenly Father said;
"Son, I'll spare you from the cross.
You don't have to perish
For the sinners that are lost."
It would be sad, for all of us,
To look into the face
Of our Father, up above,
Without His Saving Grace.
God could have said,
"I don't think it's wise
To punish My Son,
For their wicked demise."
But, I'm so glad
That God told His Son,
"It's a huge sacrifice.
But, it has to be done."
For God loved us so much,
He let His Son take our place;
When He died on that cross,
For the whole human race.
Easter's when Jesus
Arose from His grave,
Sacrificing His own life,
So that we could be saved.
The Legend of the Dogwood Tree
When Christ was on earth,
The dogwood grew to a
Towering size with lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ's cross
Its timbers were chosen.
Being distressed at the use of this wood,
Christ made a promise
Which still holds good:
"Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for such a tree,
And so slender and twisted
It shall always be with cross-shaped Blossoms
for all to see.
The petals shall have bloodstains
Marked in brown and in the
Blossom's center a thorny crown.
All who see it will think of Me,
Nailed to a cross from the dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be
A reflection to all of my agony."
Easter Blessing
May God bless you at Easter,
And keep you all year through.
May God give you all the faith it takes,
To make your dreams come true.
May His love and wisdom always help,
To guide you on your way.
May His light shine down upon you now,
To bless your Easter Day.
Gods Only Son
He was God's only Son, who came here, for
us, to go to Calvary.
It was the only way to wipe away our sins and
win the victory.
He was wounded for our transgressions,
bruised for our sin,
And it's with His stripes, Oh Lord,
that we are healed and well again.
He shall grow up as a tender plant, a root out
of dry ground.
It is said, 'He hath no beauty we should
desire.' But, a Savior I have found.
He is despised and rejected of men;
a man of sorrows, I read,
And from Him men's faces were hid.
Let us plant good seed.
He offered up His dear life to pay for our sin
on Calvary, that day;
Walked up a hill, with thorns in His head, for
our sins He went to pay.
I love Thee, Oh, my Lord.
Thank you for taking away death's sting.
And, in believing in His only Son,
true freedom it will bring.
Thank you for bearing my grief, when Thou
were not esteemed by man.
You carried our sorrows. We esteemed Him
stricken, smitten, in the land.
All like sheep have gone astray. Even as He
gave His life, all went away.
He was oppressed and afflicted, and opened
not His mouth a word to say.
He conquered evil, through the Cross, upon
Calvary that awesome day.
So, let us pick up our cross and follow in His
footsteps, all the way,
Looking for a brighter tomorrow; up there with
the Father and He,
Who bore the heavy old cross and gave His
sweet life, there at Calvary.
SAVING GRACE
Lord you are so wonderful The greatest love
And deserve our love and praise Is Jesus Christ
I cannot express just how I feel Who died for us
When I think of your saving grace Then was raised to life
He’s alive today
To think of what you went through And lives in our hearts
That day upon the cross Our debts now all paid
And in the moments leading up to it To give a new start.
When soldiers spat and scoffed

And beat you with no mercy Love We Forever

Making sport and having fun
You said not a word in your defense Love we forever

Even though you were God’s son Hold in our hearts

For Jesus our Saviour

You bore it all out of your love Who in years gone past

For the lost and dying souls Lived to bring comfort

To give us a hope we can hold on to Healing and grace

For a future yet to unfold But rejected and beaten

He died in our place

It’s such a beautiful description Lord Jesus so loved

Of what your grace can do Did all He could do

For no one’s exempt from your saving grace When nailed to the cross

But it’s a gift freely given from you. He forgave me and you

The Most wonderful things

The most wonderful things

That Easter time brings
Is knowing that our Lord
Was crucified for all
The giving of His life
The most holy sacrifice
And He did it just for us.

The Greatest Love