I can think of only one who ever achieved such heights by which to give us such a prime example...Jesus Christ and Him crucified. Disrespected and unjustly accused, whipped and beaten with a crown of thorns dripping the metallic taste of blood down onto his lips as they mocked Him and placed a robe around his open wounds - How it must have felt when they ripped off that coagulated mess, to be displayed so naked and shamed, to be nailed as if You were just a piece of meat, to have a sign placed over Your head that proclaimed your royalty, while they spat and laughed and offered You vinegar for your thirst. They waited for Your last great heave - and yet Lord, You asked for our forgiveness? You withheld Your wrath and instead allowed Your payment to be poured out upon a world of shamed souls.
You cover over the likes of me?
How, Oh Jesus, can it be? Such a grace so undeserved!
Such a love so unreserved!
I would think it such a great lie told
if not my conscience proved me sold!
The Bible trains me fast and true
to such a love as bold at You,
that when I see that weary soul
the way You see them, then I know,
there is but one thing I can do.
Tell them, point them, show them You.
You cover over the likes of me?
How, Oh Jesus, can it be? Such a grace so undeserved!
Such a love so unreserved!
I would think it such a great lie told
if not my conscience proved me sold!
The Bible trains me fast and true
to such a love as bold at You,
that when I see that weary soul
the way You see them, then I know,
there is but one thing I can do.
Tell them, point them, show them You.
D.C. Elliott 11.20.13
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