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To Wonder

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I wonder sometimes when I look at the cross

What would it have been like to be…

One of those who was there when our Lord

Gave His life for us on Calvary

 

I wonder about the despair

Of those who had left everything

To follow the Promised Redeemer

When they saw the crucified King

 

I wonder how His mother felt

As she watched her only Son

Was she aware in His seeming defeat

That a victory had been won

 

I wonder about the disciples

For whom He had fervently prayed

Was there somewhere, some hope in their hearts

Or were they completely dismayed

 

I wonder about the believers

Who followed Him there to the cross

Did they trust that somehow it was worth it

Or did they count it all lost

 

I wonder about those who mocked Him

What they felt as they watched Him die

Did it bring them satisfaction

Or deep down inside did they cry

 

I wonder two thousand years later

What from His story we glean

We who know, He rose from the grave

To us, what does the cross mean

 

Do we rest in the gift that He gave us

When He shed His blood that day

Is it a gift we’ve accepted

Or one we have turned away

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What do the people around us

Make of this story so old

Is it a story that changes their lives

Or a story that simply is told

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Are we among those who rejoice

In the power the cross still holds

Are we among those who will praise Him

In that city where no one grows old

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The cross was God’s plan to redeem us

Long before we came to be

Through the cross we can share in Christ’s glory

Throughout all eternity

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In once sense the story is old

And yet it breathes hope each day new

Today take a moment to ponder

Just what the cross means to you

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“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son,

that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.”  John 3:16 (ESV)

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