... What was good about it?  They
beat my Lord, they beat Him to a
bloody pulp.  His shoulders bore
the stripes of my chastisement; His
features, nearly erased under thorns
pouring blood into His eyes.  That
should have been me.

And then they took Him and laid
Him on a cross, scraping more skin
off of His back; skin He couldn't
afford to lose.  They nailed His
wrists and feet to the tree!!  Pinned
in place; He couldn't escape.  That
should have been me.

And then they took Him down, and
laid Him in the grave; the Light
went out of my world; it's dark; it's
dark; the ground shook; I'm afraid --

Who is this before me, with face
like lightning?  Who is this telling
me, 'Fear not, ye, for I know ye seek
Jesus,which was crucified.  He is
not here, for He is risen, as He
said.  Come, see the place
where the Lord lay,

And go quickly and tell His
disciples that He is risen from
the dead, and behold!  He
goeth before you into Galilee,
there ye shall see Him.  Lo,
I have told you.' * I ran, I ran ...
fear and joy in my heart.

And as I went to tell them,
Jesus met me.  I fell at His
feet, crying, 'All hail' and
worshipped Him ... and He
said, 'Be not afraid.'  He
did it for me, He did it for
me, so it wouldn't be me.

That's love.

(c) 2007, Karla Dorman.  (4/6)

Scripture taken from Matthew 28: 5-7