The Weight of the Cross The crowd pressed in to see this man who stood condemned to die. A man they once proclaimed as King, they now would crucify. They laid a cross upon His back, and pushed Him up the road. The path would lead to Calvary, He fell beneath the load. And as I watched, I understood the burden that He bore was more that just a heavy tree; the weight was soo much more. The weight of the cross was the weight of my sin, not the weight of the tree that was carried by Him. My guilt and disgrace Jesus bore in my place, on Calvarys read neath the weight of the cross. His face was scarred, His body bruised, His head was crowned with thorns. The crowd now jeered and cursed His name, the object of their scorn. He never spoke a word to them, the silent Lamb of God. This man of sorrow bore the cross; He chose to carry on. But somehow in His eyes I saw a love beyond the pain, as if He knew His sacrifice and lose would would be my gain. The weight of the cross was the weight of my sin, not the weight of the tree that was carried by Him. My guilt and disgrace Jesus bore in my place, on Calvarys road, neath the weight of the cross. On which the Prince of Glory died. These are the words to the song our family sang this last Sunday while everyone was home. Truly humbling to think about this, and yet, what a glorious reality.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 01:33:24 +0000
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