It was a cat of nine tails that tore at His back 39 times save one. They mocked and proded 'tell us who are you! are you the Son of God.' 'Thou sayeth' - He answered as he was made a mockery as every ouch of blood drained from His battered and bruised body as He was made to carry the plank's up Galgotha's hill He would hang from. As the story goes 'He didn't have the strength to carry His own cross.'
'on a hill far away where the dearest and best, for a world of lost sinners was slain'
I will cherish the old rugged cross until my trophy's at last I lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross.
Take yourself back to that moment, worship Him. He is worthy to be praised!
'on a hill far away where the dearest and best, for a world of lost sinners was slain'
I will cherish the old rugged cross until my trophy's at last I lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross.
Take yourself back to that moment, worship Him. He is worthy to be praised!
