The Passion

He chose to love us

While we were yet his enemies

He took our flesh, our sinful nature (and yet sinned not)

And sought to understand us

Before he sought to for us understand Him

He took upon himself our suffering

He died for us…eternally

So we could live…eternally

He paid the price we owed

He took for us what we deserved…

To die hanging from a tree and be accursed forever

And yet we thanked Him not

We despised him and rejected him

With beat Him with a whip

We gave to Him our scorn

We mocked Him

We spat on Him

A crown of thorns we placed on His brow

We nailed Him to the cross

So while hanging from it He would die

We choose to remain the enemies

Of Him who chooses to die for us

Of Him who chooses to love us

Of Him who offers to pardon us