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Crying, "I cannot pay my bill!" I humbly bowed my head Not knowing what to do, I waited for the worst Waiting to be beaten or to death be even cursed Then, a hand fell on my shoulder and my Lord Said, "What’s the price?" "To pay my children’s debts, my life I’ll sacrifice." It was agreed His life be given. His blood It would be shed So up Mount Calvary, by soldiers He was led On a cross they hung my Lord, spikes through His hands and feet Between two thieves, they placed his cross In a hole dug just so deep He died upon that cross, suffering all the misery The pain which should have been upon you and me So that a crown of life on our heads could be bestowed He gave His life to pay a debt... A debt He didn’t owe © 1992, by Cynthia L. Johnson |