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Post by alan4jc on Oct 27, 2008 17:01:27 GMT -7
"The Cross Was His Own"
They borrowed a bed to lay His head When Christ the LORD came down; They borrowed the ass in the mountain pass For Him to ride to town; But the crown that He wore, And the cross that He bore ... Were His own.
He borrowed the bread when the crowd He fed On the grassy mountain side; He borrowed the dish of broken fish With which He satisfied; But the crown that He wore And the cross that He bore Were His own.
He borrowed the ship in which to sit To teach the multitude; He borrowed the nest in which to rest, He had never a home so rude; But the crown that He wore And the cross that He bore Were His own.
He borrowed a room on the way to the Tomb The Passover lamb to eat; They borrowed the cave; for Him a grave; They borrowed the winding sheet. But the crown that He wore And the cross that He bore Were His own.
The thorns on His head were worn in my stead, For me the Saviour died. For guilt of my sin the nails drove in When Him they crucified; Though the crown that He wore And the cross that He bore Were His own-- They rightly were mine!~Author Unknown ~
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