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Poems About the Cross of Christ


We must start at the foot of the Cross,
For our soul’s in danger, we’re at loss.
And when we kneel in that awesome place,
At that very moment, you’ll feel God’s grace.

Friend, let me tell you; you need to know,
There is Heaven; also Hell below!
Christ died on that Cross, to set you free,
From your vile sins, and Hell’s agony.

You’re God’s enemy, without the Cross,
Reject Christ, and to God, you are dross.
To the prison of Hell, He will send,
Just Christ’s work on the Cross, makes amends.

God hates those who try to enter in
The gates of Heaven, still full of sin.
Only His Son, can take sin away,
Go to the foot of the Cross, this day.

God has provided only ONE Way,
To enter Heaven’s wondrous array.
Accept what Jesus did for us all,
He paid our debt, so Hell won’t befall.

Go to the foot of the Cross this day,
His precious Blood washes sin away.
We each need to think more of His Cross,
Without our Saviour, we’re total loss.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Oct.7,1996 # 267
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Ro.5:1-2,8-10; Ro.8:6-9; Jam.4:4; Ep.2:15-16; Gal.6:14;
Phil.3:18; Col.1:20; 2:14; Pro.13:13; 1 P.1:18-19)


The Cross of Christ was a place of shame,
But for that purpose, our Saviour came.
That Cross was a place of self-sacrifice,
And the work He accomplished did suffice.

The Cross was a place of God’s mercy,
God sent His Son, to die, for you and me.
That Cross was a place of pow’r, complete,
The sins of us all, it can delete.

The Cross is a place of atonement,
Jesus’ Blood, alone, is sufficient.
That Cross is where Christ did intercede,
My friend, Christ Jesus is all we need.

The Cross is a place of great promise,
Giving us the hope of Heaven’s bliss.
That Cross is a place of justice sure,
Righteousness promised by Christ so pure.

The Cross of Christ is where we must go,
To avoid the verdict of Hell below.
Kneel at His Cross, Christ will cleanse your soul,
And will grant you Heaven as your goal.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Sept.3,1997 # 394
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Lu.23:33-46; Heb.2:17; Heb.6:6; Heb.7:25; 2 Co.5:18; Ep.2:16; Col.1:20; Jn.14:1-6, 16; 17;9; Zep.3:5; Ps.103:11; Ps.119:137; Ps.145:17)


On Calvary’s Cross; He died for me,
Took away my sins, and set me free.
His suffering can’t ever be told,
Pain, for me, to bring me to God’s fold.

He was mocked; they did spit on Him,
Plucked out His beard; what awful sin!
They gave Him a ‘crown’ of sharp thorns,
A purple robe, His body adorned.

His own people wanted Him to die,
He wasn’t “Messiah”, this they deny!
They hated Him without any cause,
On His way to die, there was applause.

On Calvary’s Cross, He bled and died,
An awful death; He was crucified.
Unmercifully, they Christ did beat,
They drove huge nails in His hands and feet.

We all need to go back to that ‘Cross’,
Without His precious Blood, we’re all lost!
He died there to pay sin’s penalty,
And remove God’s wrath, for eternity.
By: Connie Kramer Jan.14,1996 # 107
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Phil.2:8; Heb.12:2; Jn.19:2-6; Jn.15:23-25; Jn.20:27; Is.50:6; Is.53; Ps.69:4; Ps.109:3-5; Ps.22; Mt.8:16-17; 27:38; Mk.14:65; Rom.5:8-10


The flames of Hell will never touch me,
For Christ bore my sins, on Calv’ry’s Tree.
I’ll stand at the Judgment, so secure,
An unworthy sinner; but O’ so sure!

From shackles of Satan, I am free,
I have perfect rest and liberty.
At Calv’ry’s Tree, my chains broke and fell,
Now His awesome love within me does dwell.

His priceless, pure Blood; my ransom paid,
For on Jesus, all my sins were laid.
From sin’s horrid bondage, I am free,
For Christ died for me, on Calv’ry’s Tree!

Calv’ry’s Tree has truly sealed my peace,
The sorrows Christ bore, made mine to cease!
His loving pow’r made all my sin be gone,
I am no longer the devil’s pawn!

Because Jesus died on Calv’ry’s Tree,
I have eternal life, waiting for me!
One day I’ll walk on that street of gold,
For Christ in my heart, I firmly hold!
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Feb.3, 2000 # 631
Scripture verses for above poem:
Mt.26:28; Ro.5:1-10; Heb.9:14; Heb.10:29; 1 Pet.1:18-19; 1 Jn.1:7; Jn.10:11; 1 Co.15:3; 2 Co.5:15; Col.1:19-22; Heb.2:9-10; 5:8-9; Rev.5:9


Jesus did condescend for you and me,
Leaving His Home in Heav’n to set us free.
He came willingly to die on that Cross,
Bearing our sin, that we’d not be at loss.

Condescending, from “KING” to humble Man,
Voluntarily He came, to fill God’s plan.
He could have stayed in His Home of beauty,
But He came instead, in love, not duty.

He lowered Himself to our level,
So we could someday in His Home dwell.
Mocked and degraded; for us He died,
Only then, did God open Heav’n wide.

Do you condescend for any today?
Or just go about in your uppish way?
You must treat others, as you’d have them do,
We must be more like Christ; both me and you.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Feb.10,1996 # 123
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Zec.9:9; Mt.11:29; Mt.8:20; Mt.20:28; Mt.27:38; Is.53;
Lu.2:7; Lu.22:37; 2 Co.8:9; 1 Tim.3:15-16;
Jn.3:15-18; Jn.6:38; Jn.7:29; Jn.8:42; Jn.18:37)


Do you know the ‘Christ’ who was crucified?
Or are you ‘of the world’, and have denied?
He died on that Cross to save your soul,
He has power, and is in full control.

Do you know ‘Christ’, who died on that Cross?
If you don’t, your soul shall suffer loss.
He died to save you from God’s just wrath,
And take you from Hell’s agonizing path.

He came to pay a debt, He didn’t owe,
Redeem us from Hell, and God’s love bestow.
He came, for our debt, we could not pay,
I’m grateful that in Heav’n He didn’t stay.

Do you know ‘Christ’ the martyred One?
He’s our precious Jesus, God’s own Son!
He died, ‘tis true; but God raised Him again,
Was resurrected; the first of all men.

Do you know ‘Christ’, Shepherd of God’s sheep?
Or is your soul, to Him, fast asleep?
Friend, I pray you’ll awaken today,
If you plan on Heav’n, He’s the only ‘WAY’!

You must know ‘Christ’, our Saviour and Lord,
He’s clearly portrayed in God’s Word!
He can give you the ‘key’ to Heav’n’s gate,
Trust and accept Him, ‘fore it’s too late!
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Feb.24,1996 # 147
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Mt.27:23-35; Ac.2:22-27; Is.53:7; Jn.1:29; Jn.3:15-18,36; Jn.5:24; Jn.6:39-40; Jn.15:13; Jn.10:11; Jn.14:6; 1 P.1:19; Gal.1:4; Ep.5:2; Tit.2:14; 1 Jn.3:16; Rev.1:5; Rev.19:11-16; Rev.22:1,Rev.22:12-13)


He was betrayed by a ‘trusted’ friend,
He knew Judas would betray in the end.
False witnesses did rise up and accuse,
But He opened not His mouth to refuse.

He gave His back to that cruel scourge,
Unmerciful they were; without urge!
Pain and agony, beyond compare,
His bones did look upon Him and stare.

They plucked the hair from off His cheeks,
Mocked and insulted; but He was meek.
Made Him a ‘crown’ of sharpest thorns,
Crushed it on His Head to adorn.

As He trod Calvary’s road that day,
The jeering crowd barely gave Him way.
Such awful hate, made His heart to break,
Couldn’t they see, this was for their sake?

That relentless scourging, left Him so weak,
He’d lost much Blood, He could barely speak.
As He struggled to carry His ‘Cross’,
He ne’er did think, all this to be loss.

When He reached the top of Calv’ry’s hill,
That jeering throng, was with Him still!
They drove huge nails in His hands and feet,
Making so sure their job was complete.

He died on that Cross, to save your soul,
Most don’t think so, but He’s in control.
Only He can grant the ‘key’ to Heav’n’s gate,
trust and accept Him, ‘fore it’s too late.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Feb.25,1996 # 150
Scriptures for above poem:
(Ps.22; Ps.69; Is.53)


Such lonely cries He made, from Calvary,
Not ev’n one did aid, in His agony!
What He did suffer, is beyond compare,
Yet most don’t think of this; worse, they don’t care!

He suffered beatings beyond belief,
Not one other person, had that much grief.
He looked for comforters; yet He found none,
Didn’t they realize, this was God’s Son?

He was despised and rejected of men,
A Man of sorrows; the world did condemn.
Stricken, afflicted, and smitten of God,
His cries from Calvary, for the world abroad.

He carried our sorrows, and bore our griefs,
And not ev’n the Father, gave Him relief!
The Lord laid on Him, our iniquity,
An ultimate price, to set our soul free!

Full of heaviness; reproach broke His Heart,
Their insults and mocking, would not depart.
They then pierced both, His Feet and Hands,
They crucified Him! He died for all lands!

His sinless soul was an off’ring for sin,
Only thru’ CHRIST can salvation begin!
God’s Righteous Servant justifies many,
For He has borne all our iniquity!
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Nov.13, 1998 # 431
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Ps.22:6-8, Ps.22:16-18; Ps.69:7-9; Ps.69:20-21; Is.53; Acts 2:23)


Christ was the “Lamb” who died on the Cross,
Without His death, we ALL would be lost!
Without spot or blemish; He was sin free,
He shed His precious Blood, for you and me.

Just His precious Blood can save your soul,
For of Heav’n, only He has control.
If you try to gain Heav’n on your own,
The gate of Hell to you will be shown.

Only His precious Blood, blemish free,
Can save from dark Hell, both you and me.
Only God’s “Lamb” can take sin away,
He’ll make us clean, for Heaven some day.

We can’t obtain the key to Heav’n’s gate,
Not by works we do, whether small or great!
Only His precious Blood turns that key,
To eternal life, for you and me.

Please don’t turn your back on our dear Lord,
He’s our ONLY Saviour; don’t discard!
Don’t reject His wondrous, precious Blood,
Instead, be cleansed, by this great Flood!

Turn to Jesus, please do it today,
If Heav’n’s your goal, there’s NO other way!
Only His precious Blood can save you,
Believe and accept; He will rescue.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Jan.17,1996 # 11
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Is.53:7; Lev.17:11; Ex.12:13; Jn.1:29; Jn.15:13; Jn.3:15-18,36;
Jn.5:24; Jn.8:24; Jn.14:6; 1 Co.5:7; 1 P.1:19; Gal.1:4; Tit.2:14;
Heb.10:14; Rev.1:5; Rev.3:5; Rev.7:9; Rev19:8)


Only Jesus’ Blood can justify,
But you must never, His Work deny!
For the sins of many, His Blood was shed,
But by His Spirit, you must be led!

We were purchased, by His Blood alone,
Only His precious Blood can atone!
Just His Blood can save us from God’s wrath,
Allow Christ to lead you, on the right path!

His precious Blood, our souls did redeem
Without a blemish, and of high esteem!
Just Jesus’ Blood, can make us God’s friend,
Accept Christ today, or God you offend!

Just Jesus’ Blood, can wash sins away,
If you are wise, kneel at His Cross today!
Christ loved us so, He died on that Cross,
But you must accept Him, or your soul is lost!
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Nov.14, 1999 # 583


Jesus paid the full and total price,
His own sinless self did sacrifice.
He died on that Cross on Calv’ry’s path,
Only this great work relieved God’s wrath.

Jesus work on the Cross; this alone,
For all our sins, did fully atone.
Never by works done by you and me,
Nothing we do pays sin’s penalty.

All have sinned ‘fore Almighty God,
None is righteous, as Earth they trod.
From all sin does God hide His holy Face,
Only ‘JESUS’ can bring us to His grace!

We must believe ALL that God does say,
And not try to find ‘another’ way!
In His ‘Book’ the record is good and true,
ONLY HIS SON can save and rescue.

“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life,”
Friend, without Jesus, you shall have strife.
NO ONE gets to the Father in Heav’n,
Except by His Son, whom He hath giv’n.

Just Jesus, alone, not one thing more,
Will get you to that Heav’nly shore.
Nary a work; nor person so great,
Will get you a passport to Heav’n’s gate.

You must accept Jesus, He alone,
For no one else, your sins can atone!
If you won’t believe God; He gives Hell,
And there for eternity, you shall dwell.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Feb.26,1996 # 151
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Mt.26:28; Mt.27:46; Heb.7:25-27; Heb.9:11-12,22-24; Heb.10:10-12;
Ro.3:23; 1 Jn.5:10-12; 2 P.2:4-9; Jn.14:6


Jesus, precious Jesus, He did save me,
Sav’d me from God’s wrath, and sin’s penalty.
With His precious Blood, our sins did atone,
We’d go o Hell, if He’d left us alone.

Jesus, precious Lamb, without blemish or spot,
Sacrificed for us; our souls, He bought!
Redeeming us from our iniquity,
Washed us in His Blood, made us free.

Jesus, precious Son, of Almighty God,
He is not, and never will be, a fraud!
Sent by the Father, from His throne above,
Our precious Saviour, came to Earth in love!

Jesus, precious Saviour, you have much love,
You came to take my place; left Heav’n above.
Coming out of love, and necessity,
Only thru’ Jesus, can we have vict’ry.

Jesus, precious Lord, master of all things,
He has power; let all Creation sing!
The day shall come, every knee shall bow,
To the Name of Christ Jesus; not like now!

Do you know our precious Jesus this day?
He has control; we must trust and obey.
Only Jesus has the ‘key’ to Heav’n’s gate,
Believe God, and trust Him, ‘fore it’s too late!
By: His servant, Connie Kramer May 20,1996 # 222
Scripture verses for above poem:
(1 P.1:19; Jn.1:29; Jn.5:22; 1 Co.5:7; Tit.2:14;
Is.45:23; Phil.2:11; 2 Co.6:2)


Have you ever thought ‘bout our Saviour?
Dying on that Cross; so sinless and pure?
I oft’ think of His nail scarred Hands,
Scarred; for us, to loose sin’s hard bands.

I’ve thought about His Hands, with those scars,
That mankind, His holy Body did mar.
He suffered death that belonged to me,
Shed His precious Blood, to set me free!

Each and every person does sin,
There’s NO way, alone, God’s grace you’ll win.
Without Jesus, you’re God’s enemy!
You’ll end up in Hell, for eternity.

But there is some very good news, friend,
Hell does not have to be your final end!
This ‘JESUS’, with those nail scarred Hands,
Can give Heaven’s key; and loose sin’s bands.

Only JESUS can relieve God’s wrath,
Without Him, you’re on Hell’s path.
Only trust in Jesus makes you God’s friend,
Only Jesus, your soul can defend!

The only man-made things in Heav’n afar,
Are on those precious Hands; those nail scars.
Place your hand in His nail scarred Hand,
He’ll save your soul; He’ll loose your bands.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Mar.5,1996 # 156
Scripture verses for above poem:
(1 P.1:18-20; Jn.20:25-29; Ro.3:23; 1:18; Jn.3:15-18,36;
Eph.5:6; Jam.4:4)


I know there is nothing I can do,
To earn salvation, by my virtue.
It is a gift, by the grace of God,
Thru’ faith in Jesus, the world abroad.

There is nothing I can do, I know,
My best would place me in Hell below.
Only Christ alone, holds Heaven’s key,
Just He can give life, eternally.

Without Jesus, we’re God’s enemy,
Dark Hell would be our final decree.
There is nothing, we could ever do,
All our works, God would curse, or beshrew.

Nothing that we do, or say, or try,
Can ever in God’s eyes, justify.
Just Christ’s precious Blood can reconcile,
All our efforts, will only defile.

Jesus did it all, for us, back then,
On the Cross, He paid for the sins of men.
There is nothing you or I can do,
Just accept by faith, His love so true.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Oct.10,1996 # 269
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Ep.2:8-9; Jn.3:15-18; Ro.5:9-10; 1 P.1:18-19;
Jam.4:4; Phil.3:18; Col.1:21)


Jeering crowds did compass and enclose Him,
Things thru’ Blood and tears to Him looked dim.
He looked for pity; none could be found,
Looking for comfort, instead they did hound.

They had no mercy as they beat our Lord,
His bones were exposed they’d cut him so hard.
All they that saw Him laughed Him to scorn.
His Head was Bloody from His ‘crown’ of thorns.

His visage was marred more than any man,
Despised, rejected, Him they did ban.
Stricken, afflicted, and smitten of God,
He bore our sins as Calv’ry’s road He trod.

Unending reproach did break His heart,
But from this shame He did not depart.
He became a stranger to His brothers,
Wasn’t recognized by them, or others.

He was so weak from the Blood He had lost,
But not e’vn once, did He regret the cost.
He just kept struggling up Calv’ry’s road,
He carried that ‘Cross’; such a heavy load.

When He reached the top of Calv’ry’s hill,
The crowd shouting terrible insults still.
They drove huge nails in His feet and hands,
He died in great agony, for all lands.

He took on the sins of the whole world,
As He hung on that ‘Cross’, our sins unfurled.
He paid that price to redeem our souls,
Our Lord and Saviour is in full control.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Feb.21,1996 # 143
Scriptures for above poem:
(Ps.22; Ps.69; Is.53)


The ‘Cross’ is a reminder to my heart,
That from His love, I should not depart.
His love is so very precious to me,
He removed sin’s stain, gave victory!

The ‘Cross’ is a reminder to my soul,
That He is always in full control.
He so died, that I might go to Heaven,
Out of love; what a GIFT He has given!

The ‘Cross’ is a reminder to my mind,
That such love as His, you simply can’t find!
He died on that ‘Cross’ in sheer agony,
To save us from Hell; from God’s wrath, we’re free!

The ‘Cross’ reminds me to always thank Him,
For all things He brings; whether bright or dim.
There’s a silver lining in all clouds He sends,
All our hurts and deep heartaches, He mends.

The ‘Cross’ reminds me of joy and peace,
These blessings from God give great release.
The comfort and warmth these things surely give,
Make me so happy that my Saviour lives!

The ‘Cross’ reminds me of ne’er failing love,
Pure, everlasting love; from God above!
Love so marvelous, He gave us His Son,
If you accept Him; salvation is won!
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Feb.17,1996 # 134
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Ep.2:16; Col.1:14,20; Col.2:14; Ro.5:9; Tit.2:14;
Heb.9:12; 1 P.1:18-19; 1 Jn.1:7)


The Cross of Christ looms, ‘tween God and you,
Those to make it across, are very few.
Christ wants to be your Saviour and Friend,
But to most today, His Cross offends.

If you don’t believe this very day,
‘Tis the Cross of Christ, that’s in the way.
Christ is standing outside your heart’s door,
To give eternal life, and so much more!

Christ on the Cross, paid your way to Heav’n,
It’s a Gift of God, so freely giv’n.
Our Lord holds the key to Heaven’s gate,
But you must accept Him, ‘fore it’s too late.

The Cross of Christ can be a bridge for you,
Leading directly to God so true.
You are able to live in Glory Land,
But you must take hold of Jesus’ Hand.

On one side or the other, you stand,
Of the Cross of Christ, and Jesus’ Hand.
If you stand with Christ, you’ll go to Heav’n,
To stand beyond the Cross; Hell is giv’n.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Jan.1,1997 # 282
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Mt.7:13-14; Mt.10:32-33; Jn.12:48; Rev.3:30;
Ro.5:10-11; Ep.2:8-9; Jn.3:15-18,36; Jn.5:24)


They borrowed a manger, to use as a bed,
For the precious Babe Jesus, to lay His Head!
They borrowed a colt, for Christ Jesus to ride,
A colt on which no one, had e’er been astride!

Christ borrowed bread, high on the mountain side,
That the crowd’s hunger, might be satisfied!
He borrowed two little fish, from a young lad,
In all the people there, ‘twas all to be had.

Jesus borrowed a boat, in which He sat and taught,
For the great multitude, His vast wisdom sought!
He borrowed a friend’s house, that He might rest,
They lovingly obliged, to this most special Guest!

They borrowed a room, the Last Supper to eat,
An Upper Room, that was high up off the street.
From a very rich man, they borrowed a grave,
Jesus’ sepulcher was a small, lonely cave.

The crown of thorns they crushed, on His precious Head,
Was not a borrowed crown, but His own instead!
The crown of thorns He wore, was His very own,
That dreadful, horrendous crown; was His alone.

The cross that He carried, so very painfully,
Is the cross where He died, in great agony.
That old rugged cross He bore, was His very own,
The cross where He bled and died, was His alone.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Feb.6, 2000 # 635

Another of my husbands favorite poems.


Our eyes need a beacon, our tired feet a guide,
There’s One who qualifies; that is the Crucified!
We hunt for a meaning to all life’s mystery,
There’s One who can help; as He whispers: “Follow Me.”

There’s One who can comfort, in our deepest pain,
‘Tis the One who died on the cross, that life we could attain!
There’s One who can make us, God the Father’s friend,
The Blood He shed on the cross, in God’s eyes makes amends!

Everyone needs a shoulder, on which they can cry,
A Place of comfort, to which we’ll never be denied!
There’s One available, whether it be day or night,
I can hear Him whisper: “I will make things bright!”

Our tired aching body, needs a place to rest,
There’s One who qualifies; He’s been thru’ ev’ry test!
He offers peace and joy; we will never be denied,
There’s One well equipped; it is Christ, the Crucified!

There will come a time, when we hear Christ call our name,
High in the clouds; this time glory, no more shame!
If we believe that on that cross, Christ for us died,
Our new bodies will be Heav’n bound, with the Crucified!
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Feb.6, 2000 # 634


When at the foot of the cross I knelt,
O’erwhelming grief for my sins I felt.
But that great burden roll’d far away,
As I knelt at His cross, that special day.

As I knelt there, peace flooded my soul,
Welcome relief, for conflict took its toll.
Each day anew was worry and stress,
But kneeling there, God truly did bless.

Kneeling at His cross, the tears did flow,
Removing from me, all my sorrow.
Tension and strife had never left me,
But as I knelt, these things did flee.

Joy rushed o’er me, as I did kneel,
‘Twas so amazing, how I did feel.
Jesus’ Presence was ever so near,
Kneeling there, He cast out all my fear.

My life has chang’d, since that day gone by,
For I no longer, my Lord deny.
He made a new person out of me,
He made me a child of God eternally.

To be “born again” you too must go,
And humbly kneel in the cross’ shadow.
Tell Jesus: “I trust my all to Thee,”
And He’ll give you life eternally.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Oct. 22,2000 # 748


Do you know the Christ of Calv’ry’s road?
The Christ that carried that heavy load?
Weary, stagg’ring; with head bowed low,
A Man acquainted with grief and sorrow.

Do you know the Christ of Calv’ry’s road?
The Christ that left His Heav’nly abode?
He condescended for you and me,
Paid our debt, and set our sinful soul free.

Do you know the Christ of Calv’ry’s road?
The Christ from whom that precious Blood flow’d?
He was despis’d; we esteem’d Him not,
Yet our very souls, this Christ, has bought.

Do you know the Christ of Calv’ry’s road?
He can help carry your greatest load.
Only this Christ can grant peace and rest,
Joy you will have; for you will be blest!

Do you know the Christ of Calv’ry’s way?
If not, He cries out, to you today!
This Christ can grant eternal life above,
Heav’n will be yours, by His wondrous love!
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Oct.30,1997 # 419
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Ps.22:1-18; Ps.69:4,7-9,20-21; Is.50:6; Is.52:13-14; Is.53; Mt.7:13-14)


There’s peace ‘tween God and man, thru’ Jesus’ Blood, . .. Col.1:20; Ro.5:1
Enmity is gone, thru’ that wondrous Flood! . . . Jam.4:4
The power of His Blood makes us God’s friend, . . . Ro.5:9-10
We’ll have fellowship with God to the end. . . .. 1 Co.1:9; 1 Jn.1:3

Thru’ the power of Christ’s Blood, God forgives, . . . Col.1:14
And not of our own, for we’re defective. .. . . Ep.2:8-9; Gal.2:16; Ro.3:20
He’ll forgive sins daily, if we confess, . . . 1 Jn.1:7-9
Thru’ the power of His Blood; God will bless. . . . Jn.9:31

Thru’ the power of His Blood, we’re God’s child, . . . Jn.1:12-13; Ro.8:14; Gal.4:7
His Blood cleanses; we’re no longer defil’d. . . . Heb.9:22; Lev.17:11
We’re children of God; with Christ joint heirs, . .. . Ro.8:17; Gal.3:29; 4:7
Jesus died on that Cross, He proves He cares!. . . Ro.5:6; Rev.5:9; Jn.10:11

Our evil conscience His Blood can set free, . . .. Heb.9:14
To serve our Creator, eternally.. . .. Ep.6:7; Heb.12:28; Ps.2:11
The power of Christ’s Blood amply supplies, . . .. 2 Co.12:9-10; Mt.28:18
All our needs in this life until we die. . . .. Phil.4:13,19; Jn.15:5

The power of His Blood can give access, . .. . Ro.5:2
To God’s Throne, where He will pardon and bless. . .. . Heb.10:19-22
We have a great High Priest, who takes our side, . .. . Heb.12:10-14
Our Advocate, who in us does abide. . .. 1 Jn.2:1; Jn.15:4

We can overcome Satan thru’ Christ’s Blood, . .. . Jam.4:4; Rev.12:11
Vict’ry o’er sin is gained thru’ that Flood.. .. . Ps.44:5; 1 Jn.5:4
His Blood is powerful, and can subdue, . .. . Ac.20:28
Satan and all evil, for me and you. . .. . Lu.12:8-9; 1 Jn.5:1; Rev.22:17

Eternal life is giv’n thru’ His Blood, . . .. Col.1:14; Jn.6:54
And this ‘life’ is ours, at this very hour. . .. . Jn.5:24; 1 Jn.5:13
One day we’ll go to our ‘mansion’ above, . .. .. Jn.14:2-3
Thru’ the power of His Blood, and His love. .. . . Jn.15:13; Gal.2:20; Ep.5:2
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Jan.10,1998 # 450


Glorious, royal robes, did not one heart subdue,
It was vestments of shame, put on for me and you.
It wasn’t goats or bulls, on the altar bled,
It was Jesus’ Blood, on the cross that He shed.

It was our Lord’s meekness and humility,
That gained for us all, life eternally.
The life of a Servant, Christ took upon Him,
Allowing our hope, to never grow dim.

It wasn’t earthly riches, that paid the price,
Christ’s precious life’s Blood, was the supreme Sacrifice.
Christ’s holy righteousness, to us is applied,
When we trust and believe, we are justified.

Christ never on this Earth, did store up treasures,
In Christ’s mind instead, was our eternal pleasure.
Jesus owned not a place, to lay His dear Head,
But His being poor, never caused Him any dread.

His vestments of shame, and great humility,
Paid the price we couldn’t pay; life eternally.
Glorious regal robes, never paid the price,
‘Twas Christ’s death on the cross, His willing Sacrifice.
By: His servant, Connie Kramer Feb.6,2005 # 1044


He hung on that Cross; so bleak and bare,
As He suffered; “What held Him there?”
Was it nails they drove in His Hands?
Or was it great love, for all lands?

He could have called legions of angels,
To take Him down, and His agony quell.
Huge rusty nails in His hands and feet,
Did not hold Him there; ‘twas LOVE so sweet!

Great wondrous love, giv’n for me and you,
Love bound Him secure; vast love and true!
He bought our souls with His precious Blood,
Relieved God’s wrath with that crimson Flood!

Those nails did not hold Him to that tree,
“What held Him there?” love for you and me!
Love so very willing and so true,
Deep heart-felt love, we can’t construe!
By: His servant, Connie Kramer May 18,1997 # 335
Scripture verses for above poem:
(Mt.26:26,53; Jn.1:29; Jn.15:13; Ro.5:9; 8:35-39; Ep.2:16;
Phil.3:18; Is.53:7; 1 P.1:18-19; 1 Jn.1:7; Rev.5:9; Rev.7:14)

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