The crowds all cheered when He came in The loud Hosannas did begin. Their praise He knew that it was good This cry for love He understood. In a few days this praise would end He knew the prize, their souls to win. This chosen race it was His own. They thought He would now take His throne. He tried to tell them otherwise They only saw with human eyes.
This cry for love they sang it loud. Their praise He took in from the crowd. He knew their hearts would soon betray His course was set He would not stray. This cry for love He heard it strong. Their heart’s desire was this time wrong. He knew the price. He’d pay the cost. It was their souls He knew were lost. He led them into Passover This lamb of God was their cover.
The garden plea was His alone. The Spirit helped Him with a groan. The cup before Him had a cost Drink it He must to save the lost. His men would sleep as He would bow This time would pass, but it was now. The darkness grew as He prayed on. Would He submit and be the One? Great drops of sweat fell down like blood. This agony He took for love.
This cry for love was His to make The Father’s love He must forsake. He could endure the death and pain Away from God His tears did rain. This cry for love to Father God This path alone He must now trod. The Father’s love it was so sweet He had it from eternity. This cry for love came from the Son The only perfect One of God.
His sentence this: Be crucified. He’d done no wrong, not even lie. The soldier’s whip tore flesh from bone. He took each stripe for us, each one. Carry the cross this was His lot. He told us too. Have you forgot? They hung Him there ‘tween earth and sky. He too would ask the question: “Why?” He knew the reason for this shame. He thought of us. He called our name.
This cry for love came from His heart: “Forgive them, God. I’ll do their part.” His death was strange. It’s like no other. He even cared about His mother. This cry for love, pure Holy love, Fell to the earth, just like His blood. The veil was torn. The earth did quake. The now dead man no breath would take. They laid Him in a borrowed tomb, Just like He started: in a womb.
The stone was moved the women saw. The angel told them, “He is gone.” Peter and John did run to see. They looked with eyes. Dare they believe? “Why do you look among the dead? He is alive just like He said.” They saw Him, touched Him, felt the holes. They now believed it: He is whole. To take this news into the world They could not stop with insults hurled.
This cry for love is for the seeker. He’ll make you strong when you feel weaker. His Spirit comes to change within Your sinful nature should not win. This cry for love there’s only one. Though people search we know He’ll come. He promised He’d come back again Us with Him together to reign. This cry for love must lead us on. Tell everybody, everyone.
I pray this Easter is your most meaningful one, yet.
I’ll see you later. Wade