When He was an infant, they lent him a manger;
Animals watched o'er him, the innocent stranger.
As a 12-year-old lad, they lent him respect
As a teacher from God, younger than they'd expect.

When He was a young man, his disciples he led;
They lent him their shelter, for he didn't own a bed.
Then, on his last evening, approaching the end,
One lent him a room to break bread with his friends.

After they had tortured and laughed in scorn,
Soldiers pulled off his clothes, lent a crown made of thorns.
Then they lent him a cross from a tree he created;
Cruel spikes to secure him, while mocking, they waited.

The burden he carried, the sin of mankind,
Was lent through his Father to bring light to the blind.
Though the sin was not his, Jesus bore the disgrace,
Lending his righteousness to a lost human race.

The tomb of a rich man for his body was lent
To give silent witness to a startling event
As out of the grave the immortal one rose;
Victorious o'er death, he defeated his foes.

Jesus lived on borrowed things, no worldly goods had he;
When I gave him my sin-debt, he paid it all for me!
Then I lent him my life, and my love as a token
To thank him for lending his life to be broken.

2 Corinthians 5:21 New King James Version

 For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.