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
Copyright © Adeola Abimbola | Year Posted 2020
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