upon a hill by stella ashworth
Upon a hill so high and still, the Lamb of God fulfilled God’s will. With thorn-crowned brow and arms stretched wide, He bore our shame, our sin, our pride.
The sky grew dark, the curtain tore, as mercy opened Heaven’s door. With final breath, so full, so true, He spoke the words for me and you:
"It is finished," loud He cried. As Love Himself laid down and died. No greater gift, no deeper grace, Than Jesus taking sinners’ place.
Now hope is born, the grave undone, Victory shining through the Son. For all was paid on Calvary’s tree, He died in love to set us free..
By Stella Ashworth for Team Talk. © 2025 Stella Ashworth.