Good Friday

Onto Jesus


All my inequity,
all of my sin
God put it all
all onto Him.

Onto Jesus,

God set my soul
so by His stripes
I'd be made whole.

Every unkind word,
evil thought or look
onto the cross
Jesus obediently took.

The lusts of my mind,
the deceit in my heart
onto Jesus' own heart
God did impart.

Onto Jesus,
God placed my strife
then for my sins . . .
He gave up His life!

By: Deborah Ann Belka


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