Oh! I can see there atop that dark hill,
A Cross as it stands in the twilight so still.
And the form of a man so dejected and worn
As the multitudes gazed on in mockery and scorn.
The blood as it dripped from His wounded side,
As He gave up the ghost, bowed His head..and died.
Oh! such agony! such pain and despair!
From that humble Man who paid it all there.
What did He do to deserve such cruel fate?
He knew not the meaning of dislike or hate!
But He bore it all meekly with never a word.
Not even a moan from His dear lips was heard.
So He lifted His eyes to His Father above,
And prayed for the ones who had witnessed such love.
For t'was God's only Son there atop that dark hill,
That died on the Cross in the twilight so still.
Oh! He gave His dear life for a sinner like me.
Now I can live with Him eternally.
Now I can worship around the Great Throne,
Live in a Mansion prepared for my own.
Sing His praise forever, have life evermore,
When I cross Jordan over on that bright Shore.
For He purchased my life there atop that dark hill,
When He died on the Cross..in the twilight..so still.
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Beulah Alcott
(Mrs. Alcott is the mother of Shirley Kotsanos, visit
Shirley's Pages for more of her mother's beautiful writings.)
Do not use without Shirley's permission
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LUKE 22: 42 ~ "Father, if thou be willing, remove
this cup from me: nevertheless, not my will, but
thine, be done |
