On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, where my sins were forgiven.
The sins were indeed weighty: a heavy cross I could not bear.
It was certain destruction was ahead.
Death was inevitable until help came from my dear creator.
My eyes bled blood. Hot toxins dropped from my skin pores.
My eyelids almost close in death. The pain was terrible.
Alas! Dear creator sent His son, His only begotten son to bear my cross.
I watched in amazement as He carried my cross with passion,
Even with destruction just ahead.
The son of man took a fundamental decision lest I die
He took all my guilt and shame away.
He paid the ultimate ransom I should have paid.
At the place of the skull, He buried my sin.
He declared to me: son, it is finished, your sins are no more;
Go back to your creator, He is ready to accept you.
©2016~ Paitor Odun
Paitor Odun is an advocate of good news and a praise and worship leader.
As a kid, he was an active member of a children group involved in the spread of the gospel. He attempts to bring back that zeal through this platform. Feedback—email@example.com