I know exactly who I am,
I’ve known it all along,
I reveled in a life of crime,
And never felt it wrong.
A thief, a liar, a murderer,
I never feared the tree,
I did my deeds in broad daylight,
Not caring who could see.
Until the day I found myself,
Held in a Roman cell,
The penalty for what I’ve done,
I know it, all too well.
I face the cross, the nails, the spear,
I’ll soon see my last day,
It is no less than I deserve,
No less than I should pay.
But, wait… what is this sound I hear?
The tumult of the crowd,
They have the choice of who goes free,
They call my name out loud.
“But, what of this man?” Pilate says,
“In Him no fault is found,”
The angry crowd yells “Crucify,”
I’m freed and He is bound.
I cannot understand this thing,
It fills me with surprise,
I look at Him… no hate I see,
Just mercy in His eyes.
They beat Him until flesh is torn,
Bloodied, weak and broken,
Heaping upon Him mocking scorn,
Yet… no word is spoken.
The Roman soldiers rail at Him,
He climbs Golgotha’s hill,
I follow at a distance now,
I’m drawn against my will.
The sky grows dark and the earth shakes,
And splits the Temple veil,
The face of God is turned away,
And adds to His travail.
He looks directly in my eyes,
And utters words so sweet,
“Forgive them, Father,” is His plea,
Redemption is complete.
I cannot comprehend such love,
It is beyond my ken,
That God would give His only Son,
As pardon for my sin.
At last His final breath is drawn,
His blood spills without sound,
Then to my face, in shame, I fall,
And kiss the hallowed ground.
My soul receives a precious gift,
That’s offered for all time,
Accepting Him whose punishment,
Has paid for all my crime.
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