The new stanza appears below in bold:
'Tis truth you suffer'd in my place.
Through fists and spit upon your face,
And mocking voices to disgrace,
You loved me; You loved Adam's race
Yes, this is grace,
Yes, this is grace.
'Tis truth you suffer'd there for me,
And hung instead upon the tree
That was my due, and there to bleed
The crimson flow that washes clean.
Yes, this is grace
And hung instead upon the tree
That was my due, and there to bleed
The crimson flow that washes clean.
Yes, this is grace
Yes, this is grace.
'Tis truth you suffer'd in my stead,
The wrath of God and all its dread,
Body hanging, pierced and dead,
I'm ransomed by the blood you shed
Yes, this is grace
Yes, this is grace.
I have to admit that I have cheated a bit and have already been experimenting with putting it to music. If there is time to finish a last stanza and then record something I will post it next Friday - Good Friday.
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What about "Broken and healed by the blood you shed" ?
ReplyDeleteUnpacks the language of "Ransomed" a bit... though may not have all the same meaning...
But demonstrates brokeness as a precursor to receiving the grace that heals all humanity's bentness and creation as well...
Keep on creating, Jay! Love to see your creativity - it's inspiring!
Peace,
Peg Wright
Go with "ransomed." That's a rich word--one full of meaning and depth.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments both posted here or elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteI think "ransomed" has it. I was leaning towards this anyway as it affords the opportunity to introduce a concept right from the lips of Jesus (Matthew 20:28) concerning his sacrifice.
I really appreciate all the comments and your willingness to take a few moments out to help me. It really helps me to think about what it is that I am trying to focus on here and how best to articulate it. It also provides other themes and ideas worth reflecting on as well.