He Took My Punishment

I stood beneath the weight of all my shame. A debt too

great a sentence with my name. The law was just, the verdict

clearly mine. Yet mercy moved across the hands of time. Every wound was

mine to bear. Every tear, every despair. But love stepped forward unafraid

and in my place, the son was laid. He took my

punishments upon Himself. The judgment meant for me fell on His shoulders. By His wounds,

I am healed, I am free. The cross became my victory. The crown

of thorns, the scourge, the nails. The wrath I earned in full