Why Christ Died

It began like any other
The day that Jesus died
It wasn’t just an accident
They had Him crucified.
The people they were busy
Rushing everywhere
It was an occasion for
A feast to be prepared.
Did they know why Christ died?
Did they know why? Did they know why?

The scourging and the beating
Continued through the night
There was no compassion shown
To lessen Jesus’ plight.
Now we’re back in Pilate’s hall
A sentence was proclaimed
And hands were quickly washed
Lest they, too, would be stained.
Do you know why Christ died?
Do you know why? Do you know why?

Up the Via Delarosa
The cross dragged on the ground
He was accused, forsaken
Though no fault could be found
They nailed the Savior to a cross
A thief on either side
One was promised that He would
In paradise abide.
Oh I know why Christ died
It was for me. It was for you
Father God it was your love for my soul.
My Savior hung upon that tree
To rescue you. To rescue me
And give us life and peace and make us whole.

Written May 1994
Copyright © 2021 by Terri Art

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