Tiny and insignificant in this large expanding universe,
A little number in the unending roll call of numbers.
My life, so small compared to the scale of your existence,
A drop so inconsequential in the ocean of your greatness,
But still, for me, you saw it right and fit.
To give up your all, to die for my many sins.
You came to earth, a tiny speck of your fabrications,
Lived and was born from a womb of your creation,
Was hated and loved by some for your many works,
With your intention to die for all on a cross.
A death befitting criminals, for a man without sin,
You went through all this for someone like me.
There was a debt to be paid, you paid it your lone self.
There was a penalty to be born, you bore it yourself.
Dying once for all my sins you freed me from death.
So that I could in you find real peace and rest.
I can't see the reason for all what for me, you did.
You loved me so much more than I ever did.
The rugged cross,
The Crown of Thorns,
The nail-pierced hands,
The sores you got,
The life you gave,
The empty tomb,
The burden you bore,
The love you showed,
The sonship I got,
Your all you poured out,
Does my life really deserve these all?
In place of me, you took the shame and suffering,
For a wrenched soul you gave up your glorious seat,
To deliver me from death you gave up your life,
For a wicked man, you showed forth your love.
For sinful me on the cross, you died.
What am I to deserve this love of thine?
Living you loved a wrenched soul as mine.
Dying you saved my wicked tainted heart.
Buried you put my sinful lifestyle to death.
Rising you justified me to live without fret.
I don't deserve this very precious gift.
I am in awe of your love for someone like me.
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