This Man deserved no pain, the Lamb that was slain; no horrors were due His mission,
His words were of love, a just God above; to redeem us was His commission.
Resisting Hell's best, this Man on a quest; His might was unmatched, unconquered,
Through the jeers and the hate, through the scorn and debate; His words were unhindered, unaltered.
His arms held diseased children, He embraced leprous men; He gave no care to their condition,
Loved the underprivileged and weak, the bold and the meek; He gave no care to their position.
From His words was the power, to make demons cower; all authority, to Him, was given,
His very touch brought redemption, thwarted Satan's condemnation; from His presence all evil was driven.
He said He'd never leave us, my best friend Jesus; this Man could speak only the truth,
He forgave and forgot, He inspired and He taught; His actions wwere more than enough proof.
Then from the garden He was taken, His resolution unshaken; the Sanhedrin condemned Him to die,
He was beaten and shamed, insulted and maimed; I could not look him in the eye.
Carrying all of my sin, with each nail driven in; God's almighty Son looked upon me,
Then with a bloodied brow, He died with a bow; my Savior took my place upon the tree.
His burdens He bared, my heartaches He shared; He cared through the pain and the strife,
My only hope for Salvation stood between me and damnation; I killed the man who saved my life.
--Jacob P Hasty
