John Chizoba Vincent Poet Ballad

The Just For the Unjust

THE JUST FOR THE UNJUST

We were the unjust people but he came and became unjust for us the unjust to be truthful and just.
He was the just one, blameless but he died for the unjust.
He took my place as the unjust and made himself unjust,
He died for my unjust attitude when I was unjust in character.
He paid the ransom for my sin when no one bother
While I am the one who was unjust.
Now, he has given me power and authority 
By his strip I am healed and cleansed.
The crown of thorns was put on him because of my
Sickness and pain, yet he had to suffer for me to be just.
He was taken to the common room for our unjust-ness,
Yet, he complained not but endure till the end.
And now, he is at the right hand of the father in heaven interceding for my course.

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