For Love of Me

 Anonymous

For love of me,

Thou deigned to be cursed upon the tree,

to shed Thy blood for my blackened sin,

that I might never have to face it again [or ‘Judgment’s awful din’].

T’was grace pure and true,

that led Thee to that work Thy hands had to do,

for a blind and wasted [destroyed] man.

Thy love echoed throughout eternity,

as the nails were hammered into Thee,

as the crown of thorns was placed on Thy head,

and Thou exchanged Thy Glorious Name for Man of Sorrows instead.

How can this be?

That sorrow was meant for me!

To blanket my wretched head with fire and torment endlessly,

And for it… is there nothing asked of me?

For Thou dost require that which is past,

And in a moment Isaiah’s coal has purged me with Thy refiner’s blast,

To sit in wondering gaze at the last,

as my sins that had separated me and Thee,

have been plunged in the depths of a bottomless sea,

and I am covered in a robe of righteousness I never knew.

O blessed Name of my Redeemer,

Jehovah-Jireh, The Lord Provider

Come all ends of the earth to hear His fame

For Christ is God and beside Him there is no Name

Given among men by which thou canst be saved.

 He calleth unto thee,

o answer Him speedily.