~ Whose Hand? ~
A rough hewn cross, a
And noticed by only few
Was the sign above His precious head
Declaring Him King of Jews.
A simple seamless garment
Thrown over His perfect chest
The crown of thorns upon His brow
Oh, such a Royal dress!
The iron nails in hands and feet,
His bleeding spear thrust side.
The drink that He was offered casually;
They laughed with so much pride!
His faith in God unshakeable
His loyalty to man a stone!
He who was laid in a cold and lonely grave
Now sits on God's own thrown.
I wonder if they ever thought what
they sacrificed that day.
If they ever knew the perfect love
They tried to take away!
Whose hand hammered those painful nails?
Who put that crown of thorns on His head?
Who laughed, then ran with fear
When they saw the Savior dead?
My hand was on that hammer,
I wielded that painful spear,
I laughed out loud at Jesus
Then ran away with fear!
But now I know the sacrifice
That Jesus paid that day!
I will stand and serve Him.
I will not run away!
Will anyone stand with me,
Or do I stand alone,
To serve my Lord and Savior
Who sits upon the throne?
King © January 2005
Pilate had a notice
prepared and fastened to the cross. It read: JESUS OF NAZARETH, THE KING OF
John 19:19.......23-24 (NIV)
When the soldiers crucified Jesus,
they took His clothes, dividing them into four shares, one for each of them,
with the undergarment remaining. This garment was seamless, woven in one piece
from top to bottom.
"Let's not tear it," they said to one another.
"Let's decide by lot who will get
This happened that the scripture might
be fulfilled which said,
"They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing."
So this is what the soldiers did.
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