O Father, forgive my sins.
And thank you for Jesus, whose loving and tender hands You saw fit to bind; whose head You saw fit to wound; whose heart You saw fit to pierce.
What sorrow to look upon Your only Son, innocent and kind, gentle and sweet, and to know that He must die.
And to see His skin split open, and to hear His crying, and to watch Him ruined beyond recognition, this man who you knew in His mother’s womb – this boy You call Your own – this child You fathered. What gruesomeness is this? What cruelty is this?
It is not Your gruesomeness. It’s mine. It is not Your cruelty. It’s my own.
He was wounded for my transgressions. He has suffered for my sins. You have laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
It has pleased you, Father, to break your little boy for me. Did you not know how unworthy I am of this? Has this not been a disappointing trade, his life for mine?
Did you not know how little I would live up to such a thing as this? I am not worth the price! Would that I could go back and beg You to stop, to lower the knife, to leave me in sin – for this would be justice.
You have not given me justice, but mercy. You have exchanged anger for grace and wrath for love. With innocent blood you have redeemed me from hands of death. At the price of an only son, you have bought a worthless sinner.
Oh that I would not disappoint you! Oh that I will, somehow, be granted strength to merit some fraction of this exchange, for truly it is far beyond my own power to earn any part of this.
I will sing, “Worthy is the Lamb who was slain. He has redeemed me to God with His blood. He is worthy to receive power and riches and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and blessing. He has borne our sin on His shoulders, and by His stripes, we are healed.
“Blessing and honor and glory and power be to Him who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb, forever and ever.