Jesus perished from pain we can't begin to comprehend
By His suffering the whip, the nail and the cross.
Those who refused He was the Son of God
Intended to teach mankind who was boss.
The Wounds Christ bore were to save us from sin
The strips that shed His blood to the dust of Earth.
He washed us clean of all our past wrongs
As a gesture of faith, motivation and worth.
Too many forget the truth of their own existence
The crucial aspects of God's grace within and above.
If we're honest with ourselves and submit to Him
He shall bless us wisdom, forgiveness and love.
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