The Cost Poem by Sebrina Rreinardy

When I look at that rugged cross,
I think of what it cost,
As my tears begin to weep,
I think of Mary at His feet,

He took away our sins that day,
What a price He had to pay,
Each blow He took was for me,
All just to set us free,

With each step of agony He took,
How the Earth should have shook,
Why should just this one man,
Have to carry out God's holy plan,

When I had seen what He had done,
I thank God for His only son,
Saving us and setting us free,
And all it cost me was a bended knee.