He became depravity incarnate. All our grief and all our shame rested on Him. He bore the scars of our wars, the nakedness of our poverty. The good suffered so evil would die, the innocent payed the price for the guilty. His flesh was torn in our murders until his life paid the final price for our rebellion.
Who is God, but the Lord?
Who reigns over all the earth and all the expanses of the universe?
Before the earth was formed, He reigned and before the Universe was created.
Through out all time His justice has shown forth,
His righteousness is beyond question.
The king justly executes those who rebel against him,
Treason's right reward is death,
Yet He showed a mercy beyond comprehension,
He died in the traitors place,
Payed with His own blood the price of our rebellion.
Who is like our God?
What King dies for those who reject Him?
What Monarch pays with their life blood the crimes of enemies?
What have we done to be worthy of such love?
Nothing, for He payed that which should not have been payed.
His stripes healed those who should have died of their disease.
He is worthy, but we are without honor.
He is of greatest worth, but we are but dust.
For this cause we come, and call on His name.
And say, with those who have gone before,
"Now, in my life, may the Lamb receive the just reward for His suffering."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
amen.
Post a Comment