I once was a man who would lie and steal.
I once was a man who would injure and kill.
I once was a man who would give thought about sin.
And would repeat my sin again and again.
Years of conflicting injury and pain.
And years of robbing and theiving for my gain.
All the years of hurt to others finally caught up to me by the law of the land.
Yes, it is true they finally bounded my sinners hands.
I was before many men in the court.
As I was waiting to be sentenced, I was figuring out that life is very short.
While waiting for the courts choice, inside I was feeling like a constant collision.
And for what seemed like forever the people finally made their decision.
"Crucifie him for his theiving hands and murderous with his knife,
for he doesnt deserve to keep his life!"
And the croud cheered for their choice.
And as they began to take me back I heard a still small voice.
It said " STOP! and let him go, for I will go for him. Take me instead."
And all I could do is sit and watch, as a man I never knew gave up his perfect life in my stead.
I watched as they beat him, pound after pound.
Until finally he couldnt stand and fell to the ground.
My heart melted right to its base.
As I watched him, the blood pooring down his face.
The pain wasnt over as they forced a crown of thorns on his head.
Eating me up inside,for it should of been left for dead.
Thats not all as they forced him to his feet of many blisters.
Why oh why couldnt that be me, for im the one who killed many misters.
With tears running down my cheek
I couldnt find the words to speak.
They pulled out the whip and I could here every lash.
I was witness to every gash.
As the punishment went on my sould began to crack.
As I saw them place the cross on his back.
As the man carried the cross, I prayed the God above.
As the man walks past me with a smile that has whispers of great love.
As they reach their destination on the hill top.
Inside I was begging them to stop.
As they lay him down, stretching his hands to be naild
I relized that holy love has never faild.
Before they nailed him, he looks up at me.
and saidin a whisper "go son, be free."
I hit my knees as they nailed his innocent hands, the nails ment for my hands.
In all these things Im understanding where God stands.
As he hung there in my place, I could do nothing more but worship.
As the love in grace overflowed my cup.
After his sacrifice we should all do what we can.
Because after that merciful day praises be the son of man!
GOD BLESS AMERICA
AND GOD BLESS YOU!!
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