That Blood-Soaked Cross
There’s a blood-soaked cross — a wooden cross — etched in history,
And nailed to that cross was a man who came from Galilee.
A Galilean, raised in Nazareth, murdered at Calvary,
An innocent man, a righteous man, convicted wrongfully.
When His life expired, hands took Him down, laid Him in a tomb,
But He rose again as a Saviour — fled that dark stone room.
He ascended to Heaven, took His place again — above,
A God who came and died for us because of His great love.
Yes, a King, a Lord — now a Saviour — who other lives saves,
A Creator, Life-giver, who one day will open graves.
A Redeemer, Restorer, who pardons, imparts His grace,
A loving God who on Golgotha willingly took our place.
This is why that blood-soaked cross is now etched in history,
A dead man’s memorial, risen Saviour’s testimony.
Yes, an open declaration that boundless love declares,
A sad, yet beautiful memory, that daily hope shares.
Thus, unto us a child was born — a promised Messiah,
Who came as was prophesized by the prophet Isaiah.
Yes, from the womb of a virgin, that is, supernaturally,
Came a babe, a man, a God — who always was and will be.
Yes, a God who has always been, a God who’ll always be,
Who became like man himself in order to set men free.
A Prince of Peace, born in Bethlehem in a lowly stable,
Who after Calvary sent the Spirit to fallen men enable.
From a manger to a cross — a blood-soaked cross — He journeyed,
Having left Heaven on a mission He knew must succeed.
And succeed it did, but it took that cross, that blood as well,
So that you and I — with our Saviour — could forever dwell.
By Lance Landall
God Of Wonder
No longer shackled, but freed by grace — addicted to my Lord,
Now a willing servant, grateful child, rescued, renewed, restored.
How I lift my voice in praise, as heavenward I keenly gaze,
For the price that Christ paid for me never ceases to amaze.
What a Saviour! What a King! Holy, righteous, worthy, adored,
A God who blesses me daily — my Maker, Redeemer, Lord.
A God whose love is endless, forever written on His hands,
A God so full of compassion, One who cares and understands.
Yes, no longer shackled, no longer bound, but freed via Christ’s grace,
Covered by His robe of righteousness, secure in His embrace.
How I gladly praise His name, given how He suffered for me,
And given how He guides my steps — wisely, safely, faithfully.
Oh, happy day! I’ve been released! I’ve found freedom in my Lord,
Thus, wherever there are ears, His goodness I will gladly laud.
He has saved me from the chains of sin, showered me with His love,
And He’s preparing me a home in His kingdom up above.
By Lance Landall
