THE CROSS WAS HIS OWN

I borrowed from yesteryear, something I had forgot.  It was the kind of thing you do not want to forget, because of its content.  Most frustrating is the fact that I cannot acknowledge the author, who certainly deserves the credit.  Join me for a moment and thank the Lord for whoever penned: “The Cross Was His Own”

They borrowed a bed to lay his head

When Christ the Lord came down:

They borrowed the ass in the mountain pass

For Him to ride to town;

But the crown that he wore and the cross that He bore

Were his own –the cross was His own.

He borrowed the bread when the crowd He fed

On the grassy mountain side;

He borrowed the dish of broken fish

With which He satisfied;

But the crown which He wore and the cross that He bore

Were His own –The cross was His own.

He borrowed the ship in which to sit

To teach the multitude;

He borrowed a nest in which to rest

He had never a home so rude;

But the crown which He wore and the cross that He bore

Were His own –The cross was His own.

He borrowed a room on His way to the tomb,

The Passover lamb to eat;

They borrowed a cave for Him a grave,

They borrowed a winding sheet;

But the crown which He wore and the cross that He bore

Were His own – The cross was His own

-(Unknown Author)

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