Even Me?

How could it be?
That you would do this for me?

Even me?

Your back bloodied and body bruised.
Your hands pierced and love abused.
Your head ripped with thorns; kicked to the floor.
I can’t imagine the pain you bore.
Swollen, somber and sore,
yet You refused.

You refused to run all so we could become
... All so we could become Yours.
You knew that through it all this was for something more.

More than teaching and miracles.
More than water becoming wine.
More than sight for the blind.
More than could meet the eye.

This was to bring the dead alive.
This was to stomp death with resurrected breath.
This was for us to be washed white.
This was for us to be given hope and eternal life.

How could it be?
You died for me.
Even me.

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