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The High Price

Updated on April 2, 2013

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

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      Rayne123 4 years ago

      wow beautiful poem

      Laurie

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      J M Smith 4 years ago from United Kingdom

      Hi Laurie,thank you so much for your response. I hope to see you again soon. Have a God kissed day.

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