So here it is..
Humbly He came
Without glory, without fame.
He had no money,
He had no name.
The One who had it all
Gave it all away.
To the earth He came,
And the human race
Would never be the same.
He had no beauty,
Just an ordinary man He became.
He had no riches,
But freely He gave of Himself –
He gave us love.
The Man without spot or blemish
Was lead like a lamb to slaughter.
His Father cast His lot,
And He took the sins of the world with humility.
We marred His face,
We bruised His body
Till all recognition was gone.
We placed a crown of thorns on His head,
We nailed Him to a cross of wood,
Though He had committed not one wrong.
We rolled in our own filth,
Our hearts the very nature of darkness.
Death had his cold hand wrapped around us,
Redemption was the only cure.
Love that was weak,
Hearts that were black
He saw and wanted anyway.
The Father readied to pour forth wrath,
But His son stood before us
To He take our place.
The blow was dealt,
He received what we deserve.
The Man of Sorrows
Bore the guilt of our suffering.
He breathed His last
Still pouring out love,
Begging the Father to forgive our transgressions.
The Perfect sacrifice
Became a curse,
His blood was shed,
Staining our hearts red
Giving us salvation.
He gave it freely, as a gift
And all He asks in return is for our love.
No longer dead to sin, are we
But alive by the blood of the Lamb that was slain.
Look at what the Perfect Sacrifice has done for us.
And ask yourself,
Could you Crucify Him?
No, never—you might say,
Yet every day we do when we say no
To His heart,
His Will,
His Ways.
Even now He forever lives
To intercede on our behalf.
Look at what love has done,
Then tell me, you have not been moved.
Partner with His heart,
He did this for you
So that your weak love
Could be enough,
So that your sin
Could be forgiven.
So that boldly
You could approach the throne of grace.
He sees the darkness in our hearts,
And He says
“I died for that.”
He sees it
And He calls it
Love.
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