Bruised and chastised, we failed to recognise Him
Mocked, Scorned and Spat upon, we failed to recognise Him
Death and the curse were in our cup
That bitter cup, Thy love drank it up
Thou hast drained the last dark drop
And filled it back with Grace
Thou open bosom was my ward
It braved the storm for me
Crucified and pierced, yet didn’t prove God of Him
Agonize, yet uttered not a word from Him
He nailed all and more to the shameless Cross they deemed it
But His Death a prize for me to rejoice in
There’s not even one stroke for me.
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead
Thy tears, Thy blood flowed;
Thy bruising healeth me
Thy piercing eased my pain
Thou was dead and brought life
Thou was persecuted and brought freedom.
Thou became poor – so I might be rich
My Lord went the deepest of the bottomless pit
All for my sake, my peace to make
At cross roads…….
I need not take for granted His sacrifice
But rather ever rejoice as I am still criticized
He is My Master and Lord
The one I worship and serve true
I will cherish thee all my numbered days
He did all these in spite of my demerits
That I will one day delight in His merits
For within which I will forever be buried
Matt. 27:28-29 [KJV]
And they stripped him, and put on him a scarlet robe. And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews!
Author: Rosemary A. Ntiamoah.