- David Stecklair
When I look into His eyes, sometimes, I just find tears running
down my
face. He's hanging there on that cross, thorns in His head, nails
piercing
His hands and feet. He's dying the death that ought to be mine.
It should
be me and my black heart nailed up there. It should be me and my
worthless
lusts and passions that are hanging on that tree. But He climbs
up there
for me. That lamb, that spotless, blameless, perfect, beautiful
man. And
even as He hangs there, His eyes look out and search for mine.
He stares
into my heart, and as He's dying my death, His eyes say only one
thing: I
love you.
That's my king, my savior, my friend. That's my hope, my trust,
my joy.
That's my everything, my first love, my all in all. That's my life.
That's
my truth. That's Jesus, and He's the only chance i'll take. |
