Look to the skull-shaped hill.
On that Friday we call “Good.”
His blood signs our sin-stained bill.
So that God’s wrath is understood.
“It is finished!” Hear him cry.
The liberating exaltation.
For Jesus crushed the Father of Lies.
To win, for ants like us, salvation.
From rootless orphans who fear it all.
To heirs of the Ancient of Days.
Our Messiah swallowed sin and gall;
So that our souls would not decay.
What unfair love is this.
What forgetful grace we see.
Have no fears for we are His.
His wounds have set us free!
“But he was crushed for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.”
Luke 3:21
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