Because Lord, You died my death.

With Easter soon approaching, I began about thinking about all Jesus had to do that day on Calvary and also what a thing it was when He rose again.
As I was thinking about it all, this poem came to mind.




I don't feel the pain
Of nails in my hands.
I don't feel the shame
Of whips upon my naked skin.
I don't feel the loneliness
As I'm deserted by all my friends.

And I don't know the sting of dying
Because Lord, You died my death.

I don't feel the mocker's spit
Running down my face.
I don't feel the burning flames
Of hell's eternal fire.
I don't know the bondage of forever sin
For Lord, You set me free.
I'm no longer blind,
Lord, You let me see.

I, a sinner, condemned to die,
Now stand, unscarred, alive.
Because Jesus, fully God, fully man,
perfect, blameless, chose to die in my stead.

I don't know the sting of dying,
Because Lord You died my death,
And rose again.