Poems. Prayers & Promises

Sunday, 8 September 2013

Crimson Tree

I love to boast
In the cross that saved me

That purchased my ransom
That paid the price
And in his suffering

There on the crimson tree

Everything that I enjoy
Was freely given to me

I died with Christ
It was my corpse
Raised as a new creation
Raised into new life

It was all obtained at the cross
He took what I deserved

Now awaken to the truth
Alive to all his grace.

2 comments:

  1. I've just started re-reading some of Chesterton's poetry, and it really strikes me as I read yours, how many wonderfully different ways there are to observe the central Truth.

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