Even me?
Even me?
How could it be?
That You would do this for me?
Even me?
You’d even take away my sins from this world.
Your back bloodied and body bruised.
Your hands pierced and love abused.
Your head ripped with thorns, kicked to the floor,
I can’t imagine the pain you bore!
Swollen, somber, and sore.
Yet, You refused.
You refused to run
all so we could become,
all so we could become Yours.
You knew that through it all this was for something more.
More than teaching and miracles.
More than water becoming wine.
More than sight for the blind.
More than could meet the eye.
This was to bring the dead alive.
This was to stomp death with resurrected breath.
This was for us to be washed white.
This was for us to be given hope and eternal life.
How could it be?
You did this for me?
Jesus, forgive me.
Have mercy and grant grace and peace.
And take me away from my sins.
And welcome me,
welcome me into Paradise.
How could it be?
That you would do this for me?
Even me.
With hope,
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