04 Battle For The Eternal Destiny Of Humankind Poem by Royston Allen

IV - The price was paid

There, sin upon sins on His body were laid
as for the iniquity of man the price He paid.
“My God, why have You forsaken me? ” He cried
as the filth and stench of sin Father and Son divide.

Separated from God, alone He hung upon the tree
and by His stripes we were healed from our iniquity.
There stricken and smitten of God was He then:
bruised and wounded for the transgressions of men.

His body was pierced and His blood was shed
and men placed a crown of thorns upon His head.
The leprosy of our sin could only be borne by Him.
There was no other price. Death was the cost of sin.

“Father, forgive them”, was His great cry to heaven
as deep into His flesh the nails were driven.
The pain and suffering He bore that awful day
was to pay for our sin. There was no other way.

He was persistent, fighting on against the foe
determined to deliver us from our sinful woe.
Then, “It is finished, ” was His victorious cry
and to death He submitted His body to die.

(to be continued …)