Much is said here Grant.  Thanks for sharing.

Happy and glorious Easter.

Vicki

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From: "Grant Metcalf" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, April 14, 2006 4:22 PM
Subject: poems: Personal perspectives from Passion Week


>                             JUDAS LAMENT
> 
> For thirty pieces of silver,
> I did the Lord betray;
> And sold Him to the chief priests,
> Who sought the Lord to slay.
> 
> I led them out to the garden,
> Where He went oft to pray;
> And kissed Him there in the garden,
> The One they sought to slay.
> They brought Him into their council,
> Their hearts were filled with hate;
> And there they planned to kill Him--
> Repent! I did, but too late.
> I gave them back their money,
> I cast it down in their midst;
> But the shame, the guilt, and the torment,
> Of them I ne'er can be ridst.
> I betrayed innocent blood!
> I betrayed innocent blood!
> 
> 
>                            Peter'S BOAST
> 
> 'Twas with boastful words in haste I spoke,
> "O Lord, for You I'll die!"
> But when the time for truth arose,
> I did the Lord deny.
> Then with bitter tears my eyes were washed
> That I might better see,
> He loved me first, the Father's Son,
> Enough to die for me.
> For when I see those nail pierced hands, 
> The feet and riven side,
> The blood stained cross that empty stands
> Where Jesus bled and died;
> Then with contrite heart my hands reach out
> His loving heart to touch;
> For "I have loved so little, Lord,
> And You have loved so much."
> Now when I boast of things I've done,
> And others I will do;
> O loving Captain of my soul,
> Remind me then of You.
> 
> 
>                              SIMON SAYS
> 
> As I walked up that dusty road
> Toward worship on that day,
> I met an angry crowd of men
> All bound the other way;
> They went to crucify a man,
> Their King His cross did say.
> He struggled there beneath that load,
> His strength was almost gone;
> And then He fell down in the road,
> The Father's holy Son;
> He bore the heavy weight of sin
> Up to Golgotha's crown.
> They bid me take His cross for Him
> Up to Golgotha's hill;
> And as I bore it on its way,
> I helped the Lord to kill;
> But I could never know the weight
> Of sin He carried still.
> And as He hung there on that cross,
> An offering for sin;
> I understood salvation's cost
> And guilt welled-up within;
> With heart felt agony I cried,
> "Oh, Lord, what have I done?"
> That heavy load it was my sin,
> That Jesus bore alone.
> 
> 
>                       THE LAMB THAT WAS SLAIN
> 
> The nails pierced the hands and the feet of my Lord,
> They tore through His flesh and struck deep in the wood;
> They point to salvation, the grace of our God--\
> Through the blood of the Lamb that was slain.
> 
> The hammer it thundered, it rang out of sin,
> It tolled out the hatred in the hearts of men;
> And it beats out a message, New Life to begin--
> Through the blood of the Lamb that was slain.
> 
> The wounds in His hands, in His Feett, in His side,
> They show how He suffered, how He bled, how He died;
> And they pour out redemption, God's way is supplied--
> Through the blood of the Lamb that was slain.
> 
> Oh, the love of my Savior to hang on that tree,
> He bore all my sin and my sin's penalty;
> And although I'm a sinner, by grace I'm set free--Through the
> blood of the Lamb that was slain.
> 
> O sinner, believe that He died for your sin,
> For you can do nothing salvation to win;
> My Jesus is knocking, Oh, bid Him come in--
> Through the blood of the Lamb that was slain.
> 
> 
>                              THE THIEF
> 
> On a rugged hil,
> Calvary's rugged hill,
> The Savior bled and died,
> By man was crucified--
> As I hung there.
> 
> There by Jesus side,
> I too was crucified,
> And spewed out in my shame,
> Reproach on His dear name--
> As I hung there.
> 
> Save us, if you can?
> If You be God, not man?
> Then, tender eyes of love,
> My stony heart did move--
> As I hung there.
> 
> Sin had nailed Him there;
> My sin helped nail Him there.
> With heart-felt agony,
> I cried, "Remember me"--
> As I hung there.
> 
> "Today, my friend, you'll be
> In paradise with Me."
> He died there for my sin,
> I found new life in Him--
> As I hung there.
> 
> 
>                            TODAY HE LIVES
> 
> They laid the Savior in a tomb,
> And rolled a stone in place;
> Their many hearts were filled with gloom,
> They did not know God's grace;
> That He'd rise again
> With victory over sin;
> And He lives, today He lives!
> 
> They went that morn with hearts bowed low,
> To see where Jesus lay;
> 'Twas then they found, and now we know,
> That Jesus lives today!
> For He rose again
> With Victory over sin;
> And He lives, Today He lives.
> 
> The empty cross upon a hill,
> The empty tomb nearby;
> Tell of the blood that once did spill
> To save both you and i.
> Yes, He rose again
> With victory o'er my sin;
> And He lives, today He lives.
>