Jesus Christ , Crucified

Jesus Christ crucified
His blood shed for sins of man
The sacrificial Lamb of God
Yet , He arose , The Great, Great I Am!

As you try to picture all He did
and the pain that He went through
remember on that old wooden Cross
it was His pain, endured , for me, and you.

Yes, Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God
it was He, who took away our sin
He was the sinless , perfect Son of God
and He came to cleanse our hearts within

But hanging on that blood stained cross
Our Savior suffered such depths of agony
and dying that day with 2 men by His side
He knew it was the only way we could be set free

So He carried our transgressions up that hill
to offer forgiveness for every man, woman and child
and by the mercy and Grace of the Redeemer that day
it was our sin death, that His blood , reconciled

Yes, His blood flowing from that simple cross
as His earthly flesh mutilated, whipped and torn
wearing nothing but a torn scrap of cloth
and on His head , He wore a Crown of Thorns

Yes, it was Jesus Christ , Crucified
His blood shed on the Cross for those He loves
And today, coming to that very place
It's in Praise, that I raise my hands to Christ above

Yes, to sing songs of rejoicing today
for all that my Lord and Savior has done
No sacrifice can ever repeat the events that day
for it was all about Jesus , our Redeemer and Holy One

On Yahweh's Altar

In the stillness of the night, it's you and me.
I read and weep and pray and pant for Thee.
I humbly bow and fall upon your mercies
And recognize the graces you have shown me.

Sweet and deep His Spirit in me flows,
Restoring and replenishing my soul.
Cherished and reviving is His wine
Poured upon me from Thy cup divine.

Hallowed is the quiet when we meet
And sacred is repentance at your feet.
Joyous too, are nights with lifted hands
Thanking you for blessings small and grand.

Altar nights; my prized and chief success:
Being near to God, yea pressed upon His chest.
Slain to rise because God never falters,
When I come and break my heart on Yahweh's altar.

Psalms 51:17 "The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God,
you will not despise." NIV

By Tom Valles

A Promise fulfilled - an Easter poem

Jesus, Savior and Risen King
He was crucified for you , and me
mocked, and tortured on an old wooden cross
yes, it was Jesus who died for all to see

Yes, by His Grace, He saved us all
His death brought new life for all to see
Oh such endless love, where our Savior hung alone
but Praise God, it was Jesus who came to set men free!

Such mocking, whips and taunting jeers
it was Jesus who suffered acts of cruelty , and shame
and then led away to lie in a grave of stone
a miracle happened - it was Jesus who on the third day, rose again!

It is because of the Cross - the Savior died for us all
As His promise was fulfilled on that appointed day
with Jesus ascending to Heaven, to sit on His Throne
Now we sing He lives! He lives !
Our Savior has Risen to Glory today!

Oh yes, I lift up the Name of Jesus my King
Hallelujah, from the grave He rose again -
because of the Cross we sing Hosanna in the Highest!
Yes, we sing to the King of Kings, the Redeemer of all men!

From Mount Calvary, Victory Arose

As fire consumes the darkened forest
and like a flame sets the mountains ablaze,
our God raised His hands of mercy
when on the cross, His awesome love was displayed

He took the sin of those who walk in darkness
yet , forgiving our sin that took away His life
and , all that Jesus experienced on mount Calvary
was how He paid sin's debt with nails , whips and stripes

But our Redeemer - praise God , rising up in Glory
brought forgiveness and hope to the world , and it's sin
He arose, from a grave as the Victor of all victors
with believer's straining, " just to get a glimpse of the Savior of all men!"

And with shouts of Praise and Proclamation
lifting my hands in Honor and in praise
for the Victory over sin has been settled
as my God ascended Heaven, from now , yes , an empty grave

Hallelujah, yes " Thine the Glory "
all heaven and earth will sing songs of praise
it is to our God, Savior and our Redeemer
that we sing, Holy, Holy Holy,
Yes, Jesus - The Ancient of Days!

The first two lines of this poetry in song came straight from Psalm 83. I do not know why those words spoke to me, but the Lord did, and led me to write the rest of the poem as a " Pre - Easter " song of praise.

The Cross, Somewhere Safe to Go

For those that might be in a place of great wounding, may this poem, and prayer become your heart. May you sense God's heart loving you, bringing rest, and peace. May you feel His presence when you feel nothing but deep gaping wounds of the soul.

When things are hard, and answers aren't there
and in rough waters, feeling as if you're 'bout to drown
instead of sinking in despair, with a spirit of defeat
just call out to Jesus - He hears every prayerful sound

He won't leave you between a rock and a wall
and He'll never leave you to hold your head in shame
for in that time when life tries to break you apart
let go - let go - For God will walk you through the pain

Yes, when things are hard, and answers are few
our God, knowing all that has taken place
and in the time when you need somewhere safe to go
it's to the Cross, where you know God will meet you, face to face

Wonder - an Easter Poem

Was it an ordinary day? Were shepherds in the field
with sheep idly ambling through Judean grass?
Did children play in the dusty streets? Were mothers baking bread,

Did sweethearts share a chaste kiss in the olive grove's deep shade?
Did merchants weigh their shekels while beggars asked for alms,
emaciated hands extended in hopeless pleas for aid?
Did the day drag by in ennui under the desert palms?

Or did the rocks sing of an empty tomb
while children and beggars danced
in the joyful streets of Jerusalem?

Rise up! Rise up in Victory!

I sing in praise " Jesus You are my victory! "
there is no other name that take the prize
for you will always be my Lord and Redeemer
and on You, Lord, I firmly set my eyes

For in Your Victory I will always stand
lifting hands to the Redeeming King
for on the Cross of Calvary He died
yet from the grave Hallelujah came -
as my lips in Praise I will sing

Yes, there is mighty Victory in Jesus
Oh what Power that He holds
for it's in the Mighty Name of Jesus, I sing
of the Greatest story ever told

Rise up, rise up O King of Kings!
this Song of Praise to lift Your Name on High
for it's by the Mighty Power of the Cross
that Your Glory now fills all earth and sky

Yes, rise up, rise up ! O King of Kings!
Your marvelous Glory to be extol
for in all of Heaven we will proclaim all Victory
Yes, it's Jesus who arose - His Glory to behold !!