Friday, September 11, 2009

Thirty Pieces Of Silver



Thirty Pieces Of Silver

He was betrayed for thirty pieces of silver
The price of Innocent Blood
Not much to the unbeliever
But a Fortune to me

He wore a crown of thorns
So we could wear gold
He reached out as a Friend
No greater Love ever told

Belief in the Father and not the Son
Nailed my Salvation to a tree
He hung there and died there
Bearing all sin, just for me

He suffered agony
When His Father hid His face
Betrayed by His own
Yet He still took my place


There'll be no time for weeping
When He calls out our name
Will we be under His blood
Or will we stay the same

Chorus

He was betrayed for thirty pieces of silver
The price of innocent blood
Not much to the unbeliever
BUT A FORTUNE TO ME !

Judy L Wilson
September 11,2009
Song --- Poem
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1 comment:

  1. "He wore a crown of thorns
    So we could wear gold
    He reached out as a Friend
    No greater Love ever told"

    Amen...love this verse! Wish I could sing like you songbirds!

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