Those tired, throbbing, sandaled feet
Trudged many miles in desert heat;
The Man of Sorrows tread for me
Those dusty roads of Galilee.
Those helping healing hands would find
The piercing pain of humankind;
That humble head bent oft in prayer
Would feel a thorny crown placed there.
Those shoulders broad would bear the weight
Of all the world’s sick sin and hate;
The Man of Sorrows prayed for me
Intensely in Gethsemene.
Great drops as blood fell from the brow
Fell from the One who would endow
Me with the best that He could give
He gave His all that I could live.
He stretched His arms out on a cross
To cleanse me of my filth, my dross;
The Man of Sorrows bled for me
The sacrifice to set me free.
The Lamb of God was slain for me
To give me life eternally
He rose again, did death defeat
Because He lives, I'm now complete.
I wish you all a happy, blessed Easter!
[This message has been edited by dsnyder (edited 04-24-2000).]