Thank You

Here I stand upon the hill
on which my glorious savior died.
An innocent man, God incarnate,
who hung on a cross to set me free,
from the slavery of my way of life.
Can you see His hands and feet,
through which they staked him to a tree?
Have you placed your hand upon His side,
pierced by a spear and flowing with blood and water?
Have we forgotten the price Jesus paid
for the lives of you and me?
Why do those who claim to remember
live their lives like the cross has no authority?
The greatest gift ever given,
thrown aside to immediate pleasures.
The suffering of Christ stored away,
in the dark corners of our minds,
allowing us to live as we please,
putting ourselves back into slavery.
Gladly going back to the broken chains
for the cost of freedom takes second to desire.

God,
brand upon my heart,
the picture of the cross.
write upon my soul,
the sufferings of Christ.
Engrain upon my eyes,
the glory of Your freedom.
May I hold your gift always before me to remember,
Life is but a Thank you for the price You paid.