I Thank You Lord
I thank you, Lord,
For every drop of blood
That spilled from you
The day that you died.
For every bruise…
For every snap of the whip,
That fell on your back
As you cried.
I thank you
For the mocking and scourging,
And blasphemy that you endured.
For the crown of thorns placed upon your head,
For each nail that tore your flesh,
And the spear that pierced your side,
After you were dead.
I thank you
For being obedient even unto death,
When you had power to deliver yourself.
For humbling yourself by coming into the world,
And dying for us on a cross… the cruelest death.
Lord, I thank you.
Written 4/7/17
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2017
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