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For Me

(By Rachel Joyce)

Oh, Savior mine,

You allowed Yourself to be


By sharp Roman nails,

Hands and feet affixed

To rough wood

For me.

My punishment

Crushed Your righteous, holy soul


God’s wrath fell on You

Instead of on me.

And I feel

Your love.

You make me whole.

Your atoning work heals me.


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).


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