Fear to Crucify
We numb what we hate to crucify,
In fear we can’t be free.
To kill the sin seems unjustified,
Scared to lose identity,
I ignore what’s killing me.
The sin within must never prosper,
Fed through vices sheepishly,
The death of Christ revealed to sinners,
God’s judgment of sin to see –
The cost of depravity.
Bruised and broken,
He hung for me,
Death…sets… me… free.
As the incarnate Word gives up His Ghost,
He sends another to my side,
He too is God who convicts selfish boasts,
Hanging sin on my whipping post.
My sin must accept its bitter passion,
For Christ out-loves my harmful rebellion.
Now that the Father has drawn me near,
I dare crucify sin without fear.
©2012 by Chris Clody 4/10/2012
How does the following verse speak to you?
“Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with Him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin.” Romans 6:6
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