I, and this Band of Soldiers!

"As many were astonished at you—his appearance was so marred, beyond human semblance,and his form beyond that of the children of mankind."(Isaiah 52:14)


Why this knock upon my door?
Out of sleep, I'm called to service on my feet!

I prepare to do what must be done,
before the rising of the sun.

Therefore, angrily I hurry in haste--
with a still slumbering scowl upon my face.

Self-justified in my contempt of this one
who claims to be God's own Son.

So whip I bring--and other things--
to scourge this rebel here before us.

Together now, we'll beat Him down--
I, and this Band of Soldiers!

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Looking back today to demonstrated grace--
when Jesus bled in substitutionary place.

I cringe at such an awesome thought--
my heart can hardly trace!

Twas my pain! My shame! My cross! My place!
Yet, He carried it as His!

I bring a Bible in my hand and songs I sing--
to Jesus who risen lives!

And, as I stand at Easter sunrise now--
awake early from my own sleep.

I come in sorrow to rejoice,
for You have called me to my feet!

I now stand upon the Rock--
my salvation in Him victorious!

I gaze out now among these ransomed ones--
I, and this Band of Soldiers!