Adeola Abimbola Poet Blank verse

Your Pain My Gain

It was on a cloudy morning
The sun restrained from bursting forth
The hordes of hell were let loosed
And the battle lines eventually drawn
The lamb that was slain
Before the foundation of the earth appeared
Being led to be slaughtered
Thirty nine cruel lashes was he given
With deep wounds and blood all over Him
A thorn of sin on His head like a crown
All for my gain
There was nothing majestic about Him
Nothing to really attract us to Him
Yet it was this pain that liberated us
From bondage to bondship with Christ
Hell to co- heirs with Christ
It was indeed your pain my gain

© Adeola Abimbola

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Anil Deo May 30, 2020 at 9:19 PM Great summary of Isaiah 53. By His stripes we are healed, too. Yes, as Psalm 22 also concurs: there was nothing in Him (being crucified) to attract us, to endear Him to us. His payment was NOT 4 his own sins; he had none. U right: OUR GAIN. Adeola Abimbola April 17, 2022 at 7:31 AM Thank you.