The amount of pain, the crush of the olive press, the toil, the tears, the stripes, the blood... is a continually humbling thought. 

What did it really cost Him?

It's impossible to fathom.

But these beautiful verses, written by my friend and collaborator, Phyllis Wocher, paint a powerful picture of what we owe Him.

​What cost, what price, what debt we owe,
What pain He felt, we cannot know.
Completing Heavenly Father's plan,
God's love mad manifest to man.

They scourged HIs body pierced HIs brow,
With a crown of thorns they mocked His vow.
And suffering on the cross He prayed,
"Forgive them, Lord－their sins, I've paid."

Then those who loved Him dressed His wounds,
And placed Him in a borrowed tomb.
With silent tears, their grief expressed,
They laid the Prince of Peace to rest.

​Phyllis and I included this text in our Easter cantata, written for our Episcopalian friends in Cincinnati. 

But we've also used it in Sacrament Meeting on several occasions because we have only one other "Passion" hymn in our LDS hymnal.

Of course, that "Passion" hymn is THE "Passion Chorale" from Bach's St. Matthew Passion.

But we felt deeply how important it is to contemplate the real cost... as unfathomable as it is.

To enjoy this text set to music in hymn fashion, just click the link below.

https://douglaspew.com/what-cost-what-price-what-debt-we-owe​ 

​I hope you have a wonderful day and a contemplative week leading up to Easter Sunday.

Best,

Doug