There are those who really loved me,

Wanted only good for me,

Until it exceeded their limits,

(And desperate needs usually do)

Then, regretfully, they had to turn away.

Of course, they could still pray

But they’d already given all they could...

Or would.

In all the world---in all my years,

He was the only one willing

And able

To sacrifice Himself for me.

There were no limits.

He would live His life and give His life

For me.

And He did...painfully.

He knew exactly what and who I was,

The things I’d done and felt,

All I was capable of.

He knew my darkest secrets,

But it didn’t matter,

He loved me unconditionally,

And He wouldn’t back down

Or turn away.

The price to be paid for my freedom

Was steep,

And agonizing.

He paid it...for me.

His back was torn,

And thorns crowned His head.

His hands and feet were nailed to a tree,

And, with the thrust of a sword,

Blood ran from His side,

And flowed down through eternity,

Covering, cleansing, and freeing me.

Yes, what He did made all the difference

Between life and death,

And bought me all I’d ever need.

Are you envious?

You shouldn’t be.

Whoever you are...whatever you’ve done.

Or will do...He did it also

For you.