The suffering servant chose,
To disregard His will,
So through Him Mercy flows,
Down the Cross on Judgement’s Hill.
For God would not forsake Him,
But raise Him up instead,
When Hope was fading dim,
New Life was quickly pledged.
Spiritual Poetry
The suffering servant chose,
To disregard His will,
So through Him Mercy flows,
Down the Cross on Judgement’s Hill.
For God would not forsake Him,
But raise Him up instead,
When Hope was fading dim,
New Life was quickly pledged.