Lottery at the
(when they cast lots)
They cast lots for his possessions as He hung upon the cross
They gambled with their very souls and knew not they were lost
They fought to gain possessions of the dying Jewish King
Knowing not that to save their soul was the most important thing
Who was the foolish lucky one that lottery to win,
knowing not that he was lost and condemned to death by sin?
And also then was pardoned with a word from Grace above
Spoken by this Suffering One, “Forgive” said He in love
Who took that robe so lovely, that the Son of God had worn?
Could it protect and hide some sinner, from the coming storm?
And who would have audacity to wear His stolen shoes?
Now which way would he go, and so Hell or Heaven choose?
‘Twas not a robe his legacy, nor sandals for man’s feet
but His blood and sacrifice that saves from judgment’s seat
He hung there stripped of everything except His love and Grace
To buy for us forgiveness and to give us Heaven’s place