What must Christ have suffered;
To save someone like me?
And what the value of His blood?
Who knows what that must be?
What must have been the wrath
That rested in that cup
When lovingly He drank it down
So I of grace could sup?
How dark was the darkness
(What mortal man can trace)
When sin all heaven's light eclipsed
That I might see God's face?
How His soul was staggered,
For justice did not flinch:
He gave for me His scented life
To cover all my stench.
How my heart is humbled
And thankful all the same
To rejoice in this salvation
And praise His blessed name!
This poem won second place for the
September 2022 poetry contest