He is the King of Glory,
hanging as the King of thieves,
To the pleasure of their mocking,
no diadem He receives.
A crown of thorns is his treasure,
while hanging on the cruel tree,
O, the pain and shame He suffered,
while dying there for you and me.
With gratitude and sorrow,
I walk along and weep.
For in my heart I truly know,
that He’ll forever keep.
I put the wounds upon His back
and in His precious hands.
But one day soon He’ll call for me,
unto that better land.
4-7-98
Philippians 2:16 Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain.
Tom and Linda Milam
Missionaries to America
and around the world
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