The Price Was Paid

by Alex Reece
(Fort Wayne, IN)

A somber gaze from saving eyes sits humbly on the ground.
Darkness both of earth and mind are dwelling all around.
The cross stands tall, the Savior small, the whipping wind still sounds.
A thief, a murderer, a Man so clean, equally are found.

“Why?” we ask, such horrible fate for cleanliness divine.
We turned our backs for earthly bait, for sins, both yours and mine.
To compensate, to advocate, a Savior hangs nearby.
The price was paid for debt so great, on this, we can rely.