WHAT  SHALL  I  DO  WITH  JESUS?

By  Dean Beaty   3/6/08

Pilate was faced with a problem.  No fault in the Lord could he find.

He gave them the choice of Barabbas.  Quickly they made up their mind.

They shouted out, “Give us Barabbas.”  Their hatred was filled to the brim.

They did not want Jesus just beaten.  “Away with Him, crucify Him.”

“What shall I do then with Jesus,” asked Pilate in shifting the blame?

This is the most urgent question.  It comes to each man just the same.

You cannot ignore this great question.  For there is a choice you must make.

What shall I do then with Jesus?  Eternity here is at stake.

Christ died on the cross for your sin, to reconcile God with mankind.

He paid the great price of redemption.  No greater love gift will you find.

Christ is the lamb that was slain.  His blood cleanses us from all stain.

What will you do then with Jesus?   For you, did He suffer in vain?

HE  TOOK  MY  PLACE    II

Bt  Dean  Beaty  7/23/03

In naked shame He took my place,

There on the cross in dire disgrace.

Jesus, God’s pure spotless lamb had been slain.

All of the sins of mankind on Him lain.

Making a full sacrifice through His pain.

He paid my debt, ‘twas for me He was slain.

They smote and spit upon His face.

With hateful hearts they nailed Him in place.

Jesus, whose hands healed the sick and the lame,

Nailed to the old rugged cross now in shame.

This was the purpose for which Jesus came.

There on the cross, Jesus took all my blame.

Open my eyes that I may see,

Jesus my Lord, on that cruel tree.

Lord, break my heart in deep agony.

As I behold Him on Mt. Calvary.

Then let me tell how His blood sets men free.

For mankind’s sin, there is no other plea.

“Cursed is he who hangs on a tree.”*

He was made sin for you and for me.

Only the blood of God’s Son could atone.

Trusting His sacrifice by faith alone.

There are no works of my hands I can bring.

Only to His precious blood will I cling.

*Galatians 3:13

SITTING  DOWN  THEY  WATCHED  HIM  THERE

By  Dean  Beaty  2/23/05

This was not new, ‘twas just one more.

Like all the rest, a cross He bore.

Soon He would die.  They did not care.

So sitting down, they watched Him there.

To them He was like all the rest.

They heard the crowd in cruel jest.

Their hate filled words, they did not spare.

So sitting down, they watched Him there.

But He did not retaliate.

His words were kind.  He did not hate.

“Father, forgive them,” was His prayer.

So sitting down, they watched Him there.

Though it was noon, it was dark as night.

All those nearby were filled with fright.

They did not know man’s sins He bare.

So sitting down, they watched Him there

“It is finished.”  These words He cried.

And then He bowed His head and died.

Just like the rest?  No, this was rare.

So sitting down, they watched him there.

If you had been there in that place,

And seen the Savior face to face,

Who this man was, you’re now aware.

Would you just sit and watch Him there?

THANKFUL FOR THE THORNS      

By  Dean Beaty  10/7/02

Please do not think me cruel for what I am to say.

I’m thankful for the thorns as on His brow they lay.

I am thankful for the nails that pierced His hands and feet.

For all the hate of men, could not His plan defeat.

Each act of cruel hatred, the scourge that tore His back.

None of these stop Him.  Nor would they detract

He set His face toward Calvary, God’s will He would fulfill.

Though falling beneath the cross, He stumbled up the hill.

Each time they smote the Savior or spit upon His face.

When they bowed before Him and mocked Him in disgrace.

These added to the total of His love beyond degree.

Each showed forth the fullness of Jesus’ love for me.

The total of His suffering, much more than we can know,

Is given for the purpose, the love of God to show.

I’m thankful for God’s love as shown on Calvary,

The love that gave God’s Son, to die for you and me.

THERE  IS  A  TREE  THAT’S  WAITING

By  Dean  Beaty  4/9/06

There is a tree that’s waiting, a place called Calvary.

A place where Jesus suffered in shame and agony.

There He shed His blood for me, redemptions price to pay.

By this He is the Savior.  There is no other way.

There is a tomb that’s waiting, ‘twas borrowed from a friend.

His disciples hid in fear.  They thought it was the end.

But the end was no where near, for victory lay ahead.

The grave could no more hold Him.  He rose up from the dead.

There is a crown that’s waiting, for God’s own precious Lamb.

For He alone is worthy.  He is the Great I AM.

No other one deserves the honor He has won.

He is the great redeemer, God’s only begotten Son.

There is a King that’s waiting to catch His bride away.

That day is fast approaching, it could be yet today.

Then every knee shall bow down to worship Christ the King.

No other one is worthy of the worship that we bring.

There is a question waiting, that of your soul’s great need.

He calls you to repentance.  This message you must heed.

By faith you must accept Him.  Our works could not atone.

By grace through faith He’ll save you.  By faith and faith alone.