He died for my sins on a cross, so they say,
In His holy body He bore them away.
So cruel a death, such an innocent, He,
As the nails through His flesh were driven for me.
My sin, oh the shame, that He must have felt
As His back in the courtyard I beat with a belt.
The crime it was mine, but the sentence He paid.
As the lash I laid on, He entreatingly said,
"My Father, forgive. Don't remember his crime
For, Father, it's done in ignorance this time."
But so that this act my ne'er be diminished,
He lifted His eyes and said, "It is finished."
-CLT
