Tuesday, March 15, 2016

In Your Place

They lashed My back
With whips of bone and leather
Ripped hair from My beard
The sight was gruesome – all together

They beat a crown of thorns into My head
I bled and bled
Crimson poured down My face
I suffered in your place

They nailed Me to a tree
Can’t you see?
I hung in your place
For the sin of the human race

I died so you’d find life
Once and for all I forgave
Silence was My response to strife
I rose again from the grave

Those that trust me all go free
Their sin forgiven all because of Me
Born a second time to live for eternity
Born twice to experience
Life under the gentle rule of the King of Kings

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