He Gave Up!
Christ did not come
To create a feel good social club
A country club atmosphere
Instead
So our black, sin-smeared
Record for all eternity
He could unequivocally clear
A glorious throne of infinity
He gave up
He came to a barn
A humble stable
Full of hay and animal slobber
Dirty, wet
So no mistaken ideas
Of wealth, lust for money
Would we mistakenly harbor
For this a light filled throne
He gave up
He came to a cross full of
Pain, agonizing torture
So with His death
A broken relationship
Between man and the Father
He could nurture
To give us, you, a Holy,
Forgiven future
For this, through ripped
And torn flesh,
His own blood
Christ gave up!
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