I published this poem on here a couple years ago, but I wanted to bring it forward for today. We believe that Christ died on Wednesday.
Isaiah 53:11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.
Wrath, of all the wraths most fierce,
Most dreadful and most strong;
God did not spare the smallest drop,
But poured it on His Son!
Judgment, just and well deserved,
Holy beyond compare;
Was turned to mercy at the cross,
For all who seek it there.
Righteousness that could not let,
The least of sinners in;
Was satisfied by God's own blood,
Which covers every sin.
Grace, mercy and redemption
Have met our Lord's demands;
Heaven's door to us is open wide,
And there our Surety stands.
The mercy seat is overspread
With Christ's eternal blood,
God looked upon His finished work,
And saw that it was good!
by Mary Stephens (formerly Van Nattan)