Linen And Lace
I cannot imagine the pain you felt.
When you were beaten with the devil's own belt.
It was for my sins YOU gave your life.
So that I could become your wife.
Through the scourge and suffering.
You thought it not to rebuke each sting.
Never in my bed of twine.
I thought that I might sit and dine.
I read your words a thousand times.
But still don't understand.
Why you paid for my crimes.
I guess you loved me so much more.
And wanted me to walk through your door.
I read about your blood and sweat.
How it hurt but you never fret.
In your thirst you saw my need.
With vinegar you chose to lead.
Someday soon I will run to you.
And say Thank You for paying my due.
To know that I am clothed with grace.
I can run dressed in linen and lace.
Comments
Post a Comment