The Price He Paid Falat Julian Modlacy: Sie Starzec The Price He Paid One morning when I was praying I was as happy as could be, To think that God so loved me, He gave His Son to make me free, As I contemplated the giving up of one of my sons at all, In anguish I found I could not stand And upon my knees I did fall. "Oh, Lord," I cried with all my heart, "How can I ever repay The debt I owe to you alone? I must hasten and not delay, Whatever I can do for You, Will You show me, Lord, today? And help me to always remember What You gave for me that day." c. 2003 Karen Langford Brown Back to Poems Front Page Site constructed, illustrated and managed by Liz Vose Vose Arts and Crafts, Berwick, Maine gardeningartist@comcast.net