Adoration Inspiration

There He hangs upon that cross, 

my small pleasures became His great loss.

I indulged in every vice and whim, 

yet all the opprobrium was loaded on Him. 

By the blood of His stripes He healed and saved me. 

Now He offers me a share in His glorious victory. 

I’m confident that when I take my last breath, 

He’ll raise me to new life, leaving behind eternal death. 

Wonder struck, I gaze upon the Lord, yet one thing puzzles me.

I can see the wounds, but not the nails, that hold Him to that tree.

Mocked, ridiculed, profaned and scorned by those he came to save.

He opened not his mouth, remaining silent to the grave.

He intercedes for His persecutors, 

praying to His Father in Heaven 

above. 

Then I come to understand, he was 

Held to that cross not by nails, 

But by His own selfless love. 

Had he left that cross, with its pain and 

suffering, to pursue His own free will.

I would have had to bear my transgressions

and without redemption, die upon that hill. 

Here I sit with a chance once more, 

Renewed and cleansed of sin. 

All Because He’s conquered death, opening 

Heaven’s gates to let me in.