ON GOLGOTHA HILL

One day a cross stood on a hill,
Outside a City gate.
Upon it hung the Love of God,
Around it stood man's hate.

That cross was not the first to stand,
Upon Golgotha Hill.
Nor was it the first to hold,
A man against his will.

But when the only Son of God,
Was nailed upon that tree.
He took upon His person,
Man's sins, to set them free.

He came to earth to free men's souls,
And they chose to take His life,
He came to teach the world to love,
But all they sought was strife.

They stood and watched the agony,
Upon His blood stained face.
They did not know, nor seemed to care.
His death was their disgrace.

Sin stood between my Lord and God,
There on Golgotha Hill,
So black and heavy was the load,
The earth could not be still.

His pain glazed eyes saw only love.
For all mankind, that day,
But as He took the sins of man,
God turned His eyes away.

As sin was added unto sin,
It truly his the sun,
For all the sins of all the world,
Were added one by one.

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland