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WHY? by ARNETTA McCARTNEY
“My God, my God. Why has Thou Forsaken Me I pray just now?” “CRUCIFY HIM!” CRUCIFY HIM!” The angry mob began to cry! But did you ever wonder why? Why did God forsake His Son? His heir apparent. The holy one. WHY? A crown of thorns upon His brow. The people mock and jeer Him now. They touch His lips with sour wine. The Lamb of God who is divine. As drops of blood flow from His side, “It is finished!” Jesus cried! WHY! Then they came and took Him away. An unused tomb is where He lay. A stone was rolled against the door. DEAD! And gone! Forevermore ! But wait! The stone is rolled away. HE LIVES! HE LIVES! He satisfied God’s demand the He provide. Salvation rich and fully free. Paid in full for you and me. IT IS FINISHED! And now we know Christ had to die Upon the cross for you and I It was God’s will He pay the price. The Lamb of God. Our sacrifice. He paid a debt, He did not owe. And that is why we love Him so. |
