~ My Sin ~

My Sin

I don’t see things the way God does;
My standards aren’t the same
But when I think of all Christ bore
My head I bow with shame.

How could I with an earthly mind
Think sin is not so bad,
When He in loneliness and shame
Bore all the sin I had.

Such was the awfulness of it
The sun did hide its face.
In darkness all the wrath of God
He suffered in my place.

The sufferings of that perfect Man
Who died upon the tree,
Alone, forsaken by His God:
All that, all that for me.

My heart is deeply touched within
So very much I owe;
My sin demanded all He had
That I to heaven might go.


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