The Robe

D Denis Martindale Denis Martindale
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'Behold the Man! ' and then decide... The crowd then bid farewell, To let God's Son be crucified, As if His soul to sell... The 'righteous' robe was gambled for, As if a thing of worth, While Christ above was aching sore, The Saviour of the Earth... Blood splattered here and scattered there, From head and hands and feet And soon descended dark despair, As if the Devil's treat... Yet in that darkness, faith still lived, One sinner trusted Christ... And thus received the Kingdom's gift From Him whom God had prized... The robe was won by casting lots... At first, the winner smiled... But when He saw Christ's crimson spots, He felt himself defiled. The guilt began that very day, Indeed, that very hour... And so his smile was wiped away, His wretched soul turned sour. If not for grace and God's great love, His soul would stay depraved... But God looked down from Heaven above And helped him to be saved. Think not that you don't need Christ, too... Just pray the Sinner's Prayer... Be glad that Jesus died for you... Be glad that you weren't there... Information on Easter film called 'The Robe' found on the Internet Movie Database so visit imdb-dot-com for cast and story

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