that has taken blows
take thunder?
Can the brows
that have sweated in prayers
be pierced with thorns?
Can the hands
that have fed five thousand
be hammered with bone-breaking nails?
Can the feet
that walked dusty miles
to bring good news
be shattered beyond repair?
Can the sinless
bear the horror
of all my sin?
Can he who is robed in glory
wear my shameful nakedness
on that long walk
through the cobbled streets
and jeering crowds
to Mount Moriah
and become the son sacrificed
by the father?
Yet he did it all.
He paid it all
for me.
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