Poem

"Saved, Redeemed, Ransomed"

Jesus, my King, on You my gaze is rarely focused

So concerned with self, I hardly take time to notice

The cross where You hung, the tomb where You were laid

My life, it was saved, redeemed, ransomed, because of the price You paid

Without You, I would be dead

Were it not for the Blood, that, on the cross, You shed

How can I forget that or not give it any thought?

For it was on that cross that, my soul, You bought

Show me, teach me, to stay fixed on You everyday

To not let anything or self get in the way

Too often my days are all about me

With rarely a thought or praise for You Who are Holy

Righteous, Sinless, Almighty You are

Yet still for me, You went so far

I was dead in my sin, You gave me life through Your death

It should've been me, yet You paid my debt

You loved me so much though why I do not know

Saviour, may my life, Your Love, always show

To the cross, I nailed Your hands and Your feet

I hurt You so much Your blood covered You like a sheet

I placed a crown of thorns upon Your lovely head

I did not love You for, "Crucify Him!", is what I said

Upon that cross, aloud, You cried

And there I watched You as You died

Three days later, You rose again

You saved me after all I did

You showed me mercy, love, kindness

Though I am unworthy, You made me righteous

I need no longer fear death or the wrath of God

For I have been washed in Your Holy, Precious Blood

~Katie Bekah

Grace be with you.