THE JUDGE

“Guilty!” came the verdict As down the mallet fell Its thunderous noise shattered my heart And all hope did dispel The crime scene all around me I knew I stood no chance Guilty, now condemned to die The fairest recompense I hang my head in full shame I wait for the blows to strike I know what plight awaits me What beatings, nails and spikes I hear the sound of flesh ripped The blood comes pouring down Endless is the whipping I cower to the ground I hear the crowd mocking I know I deserve it well As warm blood pours around my face I lie in wait of hell At last I hear “It is finished” I wonder why this is For I know I was condemned to die And even yet I live And then I realize at last The blood that is on me Is not my blood, no not one drop The Judge paid all for me He took my place and chose to die His blood it fell on me And left me empty-handed For He took my curse from me I don’t think I will ever know Why He would take my place But I can only thank Him For this is amazing grace He broke my curse forever When He walked out of His grave I live now only because He died So now my life I’ll give to Him. Guilty was the verdict But I stand condemned no more How merciful a judge we have How incredible, our Lord. Kristine Kruszelnicki January 7, 2003

HOW COULD YOU FORGIVE?

They whipped and beat you As they led you to Calvary Ripped the beard from your face And placed on your head a crown of thorns Then they nailed you up And then they stood and mocked you But you cried out: "Father forgive them, They know not what they do." (Chorus) How could you forgive them? They deserved no grace! They drove the nails into your hands And spit upon your face How could you forgive them? After all they'd done God, how could you let them crucify Your Holy Son For man’s sin There you hung half naked With your blood falling to the ground But not a hint of anger Could in your eyes of love be found Then you cried : "It is finished!" And you hung your head and died But then, just to finish you off They drove a spear into your side! (Chorus) You rose again The grave it could not hold you You conquered death And you blood has covered my debt of sin So I stand in wonder At the mercy that you give 'Cause the death you died on the cross You died so I might live (Chorus #2 ) How could you forgive me? I deserved no grace I drove the nails into your hands When you died in my place How could you forgive me After all I've done? God, how could you let them crucify Your Holy Son For my sin. Kristine Kruszelnicki September 1997.

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