My Lord, I know you died for me
I've known it all along,
I've known that you were crucified
for all that I did wrong.
I know you where a sacrifice
I know that breaking bread,
is symbolic of your body
and the wine the blood you shed.
I've known that I am just enough
if no one else believed,
to make your pain and death worthwhile
it just can't be conceived.
I've heard you think I'm precious
I know you know my name,
I know that you were tortured
just to take away my shame.
But Lord it could have been me
put that nail into your hand,
I don't know if I'd been there
if I would have took a stand.
My Lord I'm weak and worthless
an accomplice to your pain,
I have hidden from this detail
and yet still you do not blame.
My Lord I love and worship you
please help me comprehend,
the depth of love, the blamelessness
and blessing that you send.
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