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 Prince 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 unending grace we see.
Have no fears for we are His.
His wounds have set us free!
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