“He
was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
Although
he was innocent of crime,
He
was cut off from the land of the living,
He
paid for the guilt that was mine”*
Who Calls us in our weakness,
Humbles us with meekness,
Rescues us from bleakness,
They say He is a Good man,
But I say he is a God man,
He came to heal the sick,
To lift up the down-trod, man,
Thirty three years,
And he did nothing wrong,
Not a sin found on or in him,
In thrity three years long,
This good man was a God man,
He did the Father's will,
The way he stood up to temptation,
Still gives me a thrill,
But he wound up bleeding,
On a tree, upon a hill,
They were baying for his blood, man,
They were spoiling for a kill,
But he had done nothing wrong, man,
He was innocent of crime,
He hung there bleeding,
For the sin that was yours and mine,
God sent him into the world, man,
Not to judge the world through him,
But to save the world,
The word became human,
If we believe in him,
We can be made right,
God wont see our darkness,
He will see his son's light,
This is the message of the cross,
This holy interchange,
We are seen as good
Through this divine exchange,
But not Jesus,
Not him,
At the cross,
Every angry thought
Every lustful deed,
Every heart distraught,
Every instance of envy
and greed,
Every love locked out,
Every help refused,
Every child that
screams in silence,
Every trust abused,
Every hope
extinguished,
Every fragile life
snuffed out,
Every voice raised in
fear and hatred,
Every slander thrown
about,
Every single deception,
Every lie that's told,
Every look the other
way,
Every secret sold,
Every promise broken,
Every answer deflected,
Every partner waiting
home,
Every heart neglected,
Every unforgiveness,
Every conscience
hardened,
Every bitter thought,
Till the last day,
from the garden
Every time we helped
ourselves,
Every time we couldn't
wait,
Every time we didn't
listen,
Every time we turned
too late,
Every time that we knew
better,
Every time we took the
praise,
Every time we stole his
credit,
Every time we hid from
his face,
Every sin of
disobedience,
Every effort for
selfish gain,
Every wound that's
treated lightly,
Every glory in our
shame,
Every hardened heart,
Every walk on by,
Every purse or wallet
closed,
Every crossing to the
other side,
Every substance abused,
Every wound we buried deep,
Every scar and hidden bruise,
Every gun that's toted,
Every child forced into war
Every bomb blast ripping through communities
Every one who knows (and doesn't)
why?
And what for,
Every false ideology,
Every arm that's traded,
Every fat cat sitting back on profits,
Whilst their bloodied war is waged,
Every grieving soul,
Every torture victim,
Every rape that happened,
Every thing afflicting,
Every thing and so much more,
Every evil, Every sin,
Every malevolence there was and would be,
Every justice there wasn't, but should have been,
Here, at the cross,
All of this,
Bestowed
On him.
All it's crushing weight,
Closing in on him,
And the Lord has laid on him.
The sin of us all.
*Maggi Dawn
