To be a wispy desert plant
As rulers in those lands felt,
Before His ordeal at Calvary
And bruises, and blood, and welt.
His visage expression did birth awe
And reverence to all those who saw.
He vicariously hung in agony,
For all the world to see.
So our Savior there, He died.
Where accusers, about Him lied.
He hung in misery and pain
To wipe away our sin.
Beaten, cursed, spit on, and maimed,
The Messiah that walked among men.
He neither argued nor fussed, just silence
Asked forgiveness for those in charge.
Lowered His head with obedience.
A model of virtue flowed like river's barge. |
