Atonement
I hurt, I fall, land on my knees,
He knows my pain, He feels, He sees.
Each slight, dismissal, injury
Was carried in Gethsemane.
He bled, atoned, for all of those
Who tried and scourged Him, brought Him low.
The bitter gall, the crown of thorns,
Through the streets, the cross was borne.
When, in despair, I plead with Him
To take from me the weight of sin,
The ache of loss, the grief undone,
He took it all, the battle’s won.
I smile through tears, healed by degrees.
Get on my feet, from off my knees
And do the work He gave to me,
That I may go, renewed, to be
With Him for all Eternity.
Awesomeness.
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