I tell a story, sad but true,
You might not want to hear,
About a man who died for you,
And paid a price so dear.

A loving man who cared for all,
Was turned on by a friend.
Who kissed then stood to watch him fall,
The story did not end.

For he was whipped then crucified,
Upon a cross of wood.
So others could be sanctified,
Through all his sinless good.

Even when hanging on the cross,
His body almost dead,
He saw the gain and not the loss,
And then he raised his head.

He shouted to the Lord above,
To let his body die,
And as a measure of his love,
He told us not to cry.

For after three days in the tomb,
He came to life again.
The same as from his mother’s womb,
A sinless man, and then...

He told us how he would return,
Although he had to go,
And maybe now we all will learn,
How Jesus loved us so.

Through Jesus’ love we all can live,
Life was worth dying for.
His life, a sacrifice to give,
He couldn’t love us more.

By Lloyd McLean (1994)

This poem is part of the Seasons of Emotion collection