By Rev. Dean Beaty  7/9/06
If all the heavenly host above
And all the choirs of earth so grand,
Should sing in unison of Godís love,
Would fail to tell of His love to man.
Words are inadequate in their way.
Only visually can we see
The whole of suffering of that day,
As Jesus bore all my sins for me,
Come near and look upon Calvary.
See all the wounds my sins have made.
And there behold Godís great gift to me,
As on the cross all my judgment He paid.
Come and behold Godís great gift to me,
Suffering shame and the wounds He bore.
Revealing His love upon Calvaryís tree,
Opening wide for me, heavenís door.