The Price I Could Not Pay. Poem by Vin Ace

As a meek lamb, he took the scroll,
Bitter the thing which it foretold.
A man so good and heart so clean.
Death like a thief his future will bring.

A mundane birth he a king received,
Both humble and spotless the life he lived,
Caring for all and giving in all forms.
Doing his all to teach the truth to all.

Alas, the day foretold drew near,
Back to Jerusalem, this man boldly went.
All people welcomed him with praise,
Destiny he'll fulfil was known to none.

At night a man among his troops,
Betrayed his trust, selling him for small.
Captured that night, many trials he faced,
Death by crucifixion was declared his fate.

As he trod to death, torture was his lot,
Bearing the pain and scourge, he took all.
Accused by those that sang his praise.
Dying in shame, so all he'll save.

Alas, look now at the life he gave.
Bleeding all out so we can be saved.
Climbing the tree he plucked life for me,
Doing this, he paid the price I couldn't pay.