It was for Me

It was for me the journey began,
On a hollow night when the angel came and foretold of his birth.

It is the story of a mother’s pain,
Of desires birth, of destiny fulfilled

And lives redeemed

Redeemed! Bought with the price of crimson red flow

Striped of past pain, and future faults

It is for a sinner made pure,

That he was arrayed, tortured, beaten and hung

Judged by creature, created by him

But for whom he wore a garment stained by their deeds

And for whom a crown of thorns......

Hung from his head and nails of sorrow pieced his hands

It was for me that the journey continues

At the dawn of day,

When the quaking began,

Shaking loose the chains that held the tomb shut

Alas! The deed is done

A price is paid, the verdict is returned

Death is swallowed up in victory!

It was for me

he died and got up from the grave!

© Deboo March 2008