Pure Gold
Examine the perfection, engraved with care,
Minted with love, a coinage rare!
Crimson tender exchanged for thee,
A balance paid, to set men free.
Vivid drops streaked down the wood,
Ebbing life from One Who could.
Gentle heart that bore the strain,
Gave His best to take our shame.
Let your wisdom regard it well,
Scrutinize and search it till…
Evidence abounds you’ll find,
To change a disbelieving mind.
Then ask in honesty of the Plan,
To give salvation by this Man:
“Would we have given to save the lost,
Such selfless effort, such priceless cost?”
Of this finally know the Truth,
No counterfeit poses as this crude.
For God in His wisdom chose foolishness,
To bestow upon us Righteousness!
Now seeing what fortune you behold,
The mystery once hidden freely unfolds.
A price was paid, it must be told,
A crimson cost of purest gold.
© 1996 Sandra Gilloth
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