The High Price
When I first felt Your touch in my life,
I thought that the price was too high,
But You continued to fill me up,
With a love that knew no lies….
I searched and searched to find the catch,
But finally I had to bow,
For through my searching I came to find,
Myself before the Cross,
And from my mouth questions abound,
… Why? … Where? … How? …
For what I found were outstretched arms,
That were there because of me,
And the realisation the that price had been paid,
Oh yes, it was far too high …
But not from me, you really must see,
But from God Who gave His Son to die …
I cried so hard, so hurt I could scream,
I had never felt this tortured before,
He came to me with outstretched arms,
And I finally … unlocked my door …
He died for me, so hideously,
That how could I question the price,
But He rose again to free us all,
To save us from ourselves,
That I … would now die for Jesus,
In comparison, a small sacrifice …
Now I am filled with unquestionable joy,
As I gaze upon Heaven above,
Because the price had already been paid,
Yes, God did this all for
… Love …
©J.M.Smith 1987