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He suffered a beating of bone breaking measure.
Was given a whipping that shreaded his back.
This was God’s son, which he’d sent us to treasure.
That found himself under this brutal attack.
We all know that Jesus had died for our sins.
Yet few, I think, truly, have broke this thought down.
Attached to a cross with some large metal pins.
Thorns were forced, onto his head, as a crown.
Close your eyes for a moment! Try going to that place.
Where Jesus would die for the sin you had done.
Imagine the crowd as they spit in your face.
Already it doesn’t, sound too much like fun.
Lay back on that cross as you’re held to it tight.
Feel the cold nail as it pierces your hand.
Catch all of the scene, of his horrible plight.
Perhaps it will help you, more clear, understand.
What you felt with that nail. Well, now feel it again.
Imagine that feeling—being pinned to that cross.
Think deep at the thought, how intense was his pain.
Are you seeing it yet? Are you feeling the loss?
Now picture sharp thorns as they’re forced on your head.
The pain as they gouge you! Your scalp and your face.
Imagine the blood in your eyes, all so red.
Paint a clear picture you, soon, won’t erase.
Now vision another nail, going thru your feet.
Going in thru the top—one foot first—then the other.
Hear the sound of the hammer and nail as they meet.
Each merciless strike followed up by another.
As they stand up the cross, can you fathom the pain,
of all of your weight as it rest on one nail?
The pain in your hands as your bearing the strain.
Envision the least—to the greatest detail.
The huge gaping wounds from the whipping he’d taken.
Rubbing against the rough wood of that tree.
The heart full of love—the torment of it breaking.
Is your picture becoming, more clearer, to see.
And last but not least—a harsh end to your grief,
as you feel the sharp sword sinking deep in your side.
For that’s how it happened. That’s my belief.
Now picture the Lord as he selflessly died.
A pretty high price it was, Jesus had paid.
For your soul, which he came here, to see you would win.
Ain’t it time you held true to that promise you’d once made.
Every time you give thought to committing a sin.
It’s sin that condemns us. It’s sin, brings us ruin.
It is sin that brought Jesus to die here on earth.
He died on that cross to undo all our doin’.
Please cherish this vision for all it is worth.