Because of His Love

 

The soldiers all mocked

The man with the crown.

The thorns pierced his skin

And blood flowed from His brow.

If He wished he could call

For help from above,

But He patiently bore it—

Bore their hatred for love.

 

He walked through the streets,

A cross upon His back.

Some people cried out,

But most of the crowd laughed

At this man who had claimed

To be sent from above.

He could have shown them His pow’r,

But he showed them His love.

 

Because of His love,

He labored each day,

Performing great miracles

And wiping tears away.

He pleaded, He wept

To His father above

To forgive us our sins

Because of His love.

 

It was at Calvary,

He took His last breath.

The grounds of the Earth

Groaned and shook with his death.

He fulfilled His purpose

And returned Home above.

The King of us all

Was sacrificed for love.

 

Because of His love,

He labored each day,

Performing great miracles

And wiping tears away.

He pleaded, He wept

To His father above

To forgive us our sins.

Because of His love.

Because of His love.