His Voluntary Death
The crown of thorns upon His head,
The nails driven in His hands,
Each precious drop of blood He shed...
Ordained by His own plans.
The spikes forced through His holy feet,
The sword pierced through His side,
Such agony He suffered there...
Willingly for His bride.
The ridicule and mocking of His name,
The marring of His brilliant face,
The ugly death of a sinner's shame...
As He hung there in our place.
The prophesied Messiah, the sinless One,
The sacrificial Lamb so pure,
The Miracle Worker who raised the dead...
Gave Himself, salvation to procure.
No man could take His life from Him,
For none could stay His hand;
Jesus, omnipotent God in the flesh...
Voluntarily died for man.
Jesus said: "...I lay down my life for the sheep."
"No man taketh it from me but I lay it down of myself.
I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again..."
(John 10:15, 18)
