The Debt


	The Debt My Savior took my sins when they nailed Him to the cross, For me He took my place just so I wouldn’t be lost. He endured the agony for me for my sins He took the blame, He died like a common criminal for me He suffered in shame. And what have I done for my Savior the One who loved me so? I don’t have much of an answer for I don’t have much to show. I can’t help but wonder why I treat my Savior this way, When the debt I owe to Him I can never begin to repay. JRS © 5-9-00 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved