Our Jesus our sweet Savior
How Your body bore the pain,
To satisfy God’s wrath
So man’s sin cannot remain.

The crown of thorns it pierced
Your precious holy head,
To eradicate our evil thoughts
And the unfitly words we’ve said.

The nails driven in Your hands
This symbolised so much,
It crucified the things we do
Of unclean things we touch.

Your feet they felt the sting
As the nails were driven in,
To remove ungodly pleasures
Where our feet walk towards sin.

And the soldiers gave You vinegar
To quench Your very thirst;
To heal our wicked tongues
And all the bitter of outbursts.

The soldiers pierced Your side
Perhaps close to Your heart,
To spear our desires
Which keep God and us apart.

And Your blood had to be shed
To wash away transgressions;
To heal our broken souls
And to wipe all our pretensions.

And You rose after three days
As Your mission was complete,
You made our bodies whole
So we do not taste defeat.

Your resurrection speaks aloud
As we rise to life anew,
And dead to sin once and for all
To give glory back to You.

(C) P.B. 2011

“But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him and with His stripes we are healed.” Isaian 53:5

“Christ is hated because sin is loved.” Matthew Henry

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