FOR ME

It was not the matter of pain He bore

Contributing to His death.

Not even the nails that held Him there

That made Him gasp for each breath!

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The stripes, blood spilled, the crown of thorns,

Looking I fail to see

Agonizing pain that He bore

His pain filled eyes on me!

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It was for me He suffered there,

Not that we cared a lot,

So long ago!  Lord, make it real!

Help me see that black spot!

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That growing spot that represents

My ugly sin that made

The Savior go to His cruel death

My sin was on Him laid!

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What does my sin then represent

For me?  A trip to Hell!

But Jesus bore it on His cross

The sinless One!  All is well!

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He died for me!  What can I say

Nothing to say or do,

Except “Thank you, Jesus!” everyday

Live for Him, brand new!

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Living for Him I am often down

But looking up I see

Him in His love surrounding

Everlastingly!

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Loving Him

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I am Sam Cox 8.15.05

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