The Cost

A thousand words,
He could have said,
But there were only three-
He uttered
As He hung
And bled,
To give me liberty.
The cost of a 
Soul 
Is oh, so dear,
And never
Will diminish…
He paid the toll,
And now it's clear,
Truly,
"It is finished!"

By Sharon Frye
March 26, 2002
By Sharon Frye