Stake your Claim

 

You staked your claim with a cross of  wood

When your obedience left you dead.

Into Golgotha’s skull  it pierced

And so you crushed the serpent’s head

 

The cross where you have bled and died

The place where you were raised

The cross where you were crucified

And pierced is now a place of praise

 

The cross is where the wrath you bore

And hung in holy shame

And set us free forevermore

To no more bear sin’s blame.

 

You staked your claim with a cross of  wood

When your obedience left you dead.

Into Golgotha’s skull  it pierced

And so you crushed the serpent’s head

 

December 6, 2003

Anthony Foster