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That Day At Calvary

by Deborah Smith Plemmons

God has been there for us all the time;
Arms outstretched, offering a life sublime.
He offers salvation to every man,
But many have rejected His gracious plan.

It was that day on Golgotha's Hill,
That Christ climbed to do His Father's will.
God gave His Son that day at Calvary,
For all the world - He loved you and me.

A crown of thorns, nails, and a pierced side,
Christ hung on the cross, suffered, bled, and died.
When God couldn't look on Him the ninth hour,
Christ still knew of His redemptive power.

Of Royal blood, He died a criminal's death;
He became our Substitute, took our wrath.
Endless sacrificing, because of man's Fall,
But Christ became our Sacrifice, once for all.

On the cross, in the grave, arose the third day,
Christ willingly paved our salvation way.
Repent, believe, and receive this free gift;
No more wandering, stumbling, going adrift.

He bridged the gap between God and man;
Now, our fellowship has been restored again.
He is coming back to receive His own,
Then in heaven, we'll worship at God's throne.

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