(By Rachel Joyce)
Oh, Savior mine,
You allowed Yourself to be
Pierced
By sharp Roman nails,
Hands and feet affixed
To rough wood
For me.
My punishment
Crushed Your righteous, holy soul
As
God’s wrath fell on You
Instead of on me.
And I feel
Your love.
You make me whole.
Your atoning work heals me.
Lord,
Your death brings me life
And I worship You
My Lord and
My God.
“But he was pierced for our sins, crushed for our iniquity. He bore the punishment that makes us whole, by his wounds we were healed” (Isaiah 53:5 NABRE).