The Gift: Skull Hill

He drank the full cup of agony and dread,
While a crown of harsh thorns was placed 'round His head
The Savior's arms outstretched to embrace me and you,
All while bracing 'gainst the blows that drove the nails through
Ringing blasts echo, through torrents of pain,
Causing the Christ's pure blood to fall like the rain
Judgement's cold metal pierced perfection's warm skin,
And the weight of our transgressions pounds the nails in
He who is spotless, a soul unblemished and clean,
Now cloaked in iniquity's rags twisted and obscene
Lifted high on the beams for proud mockers to see,
How Sin's debt had to be settled, for you and for me
Nailed between life and death, hangs God's only Son
He turns His head skyward and says "It is done..."
Christ's body slumps dead, a spear pierces His side
He stood in our stead, it was for us that He died,
So we wouldn't have to see Hell, its torment, its shame
We're set free from its judgement when we call on His name
Holy blood, poured out freely, to wash all sin away,
And the greatest gift ever known was given to us that day

Thom Jankowski