It wasn't from the bitter blows
Repeatedly sustained.
It wasn't from embedded thorns
So painfully ingrained.
It wasn't from the brutal nails
That pierced His hands and feet.
Nor was it from the stabbing sword
That made His death complete.
Nothing less than a broken heart
Made Jesus fin'lly die.
It was our sin that tore His heart
And made our Savior cry.
For when the soldiers pierced His side,
The blood and water flowed.
The crushing weight from all our sins
Made Jesus' heart explode.
Jesus died from a broken heart,
'Twas sin that grieved Him sore.
With bowed head He said, "It's finished!"
When He could stand no more.
Now all of us must bear the blame;
Not one is guilty free.
Jesus died of a broken heart
From sins of you and me.
Copyrighted by Linda J. Stevenson.
For permission to use, please contact: Ljstevenson1@juno.com
FAMILY MUSIC RESOURCES: www.MaryRiceHopkins.com
About Me
- LINDA
- I was born in the naval port of Norfolk, Virginia, the daughter of a US Navy Master Chief. With the exception of 1 year living in Boston, Mass.,and two years in Hanau, Germany, I have lived in the historic state of Virginia all my life. I now reside in the beautiful Roanoke Valley. Though raised in a Christian home, I was in my early 20’s before making a commitment of my life to Christ. Since then I have spent many years in full-time ministry. I am currently employed as an accountant with a Christian child care center in Roanoke and also serve as the Office Manager and Scheduling Coordinator for singer and songwriter Mary Rice Hopkins who resides in California.
