The Measure Of A Love Profound. Poem by Steven Reeve

Did you hear and did you see,
Don't you understand,
This was the way it had to be,
The measure of a love profound.

For the hopeless and the lost He came,
No greater love there ever was than this,
Upon His shoulders He took our blame,
The measure of a love profound.

Come will you not see,
Will you understand,
This is how it had to be,
The measure of a love profound.

The story must be told,
The story of a hero so true,
Who to death went so bold,
The measure of a love profound.

Mocked and stripped,
Our shame was his,
Beaten and whipped,
The measure of a love profound.

By his stripes we are healed,
The suffering was His,
Our sentence of death repealed,
The measure of a love profound.

Three days in Sheol, He did lay,
Rejected and despised,
For our mistakes he did pay,
The measure of a love profound.

On the third day He rose from where He lay,
Death was put to death,
Prepared He the way,
The measure of a love profound.

Until the end of time I am with thee,
Now it is that you understand,
This was the way it always had to be,
The measure of a love profound.