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The Divine Exchange

Am deeply moved by the passion of a poor Nazarene Who walked on the dusty road of Jerusalem A perfect man who walked on earth A Royal Son of a lowly birth God’s inexplicable love was manifested Not in college laboratory or lecture rooms But in the physical body of a suffering man In His broken body a divine order began He had thorns on His head Blood dripping upon His face His body was tortured and torn He was despised and scorn He had to carry a heavy craggy cross In fatigue He fell on the ground But he got up and fell again! He stood up and fell again! He was nailed to that old craggy cross Cut off completely from God Took my place and suffered the separation He took my shame and made me a new creation There was one picture in His mind There was one passion in His heart His finished work stood beyond the dimensions of time Yet, His works were considered the worst crime The devil ignorantly laughed in triumph A mirage of judgment and justice Little did this fox know Jesus has won an eternal race God has orchestrated a “Divine Exchange” to take place For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that you through His poverty might become rich. 2 Corinthians 8:9

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