Calvary’s Challenge

The tomb stands empty, cold and bare,
Our risen Saviour is not there,
The women wept and so do we,
We come and pile our sins on Thee.

With arms outstretched You take them all,
With arms outstretched, the lost You call,
You died to take them all away,
For every sin you chose to pay.

Folk wonder why we worship You,
And why we do the things we do.
Yet when we look into Your eyes,
To know You is our greatest prize.

A child will grow in fits and starts,
And sometimes grieve a Father’s heart.
But as a Father understands,
You gently hold us in Your hands.

And as Your Son we come to know,
You smile upon us as we grow,
We know He paid the awful cost,
And for Him, reach to help the lost.

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