When bruised and injured we do fall, before our Father’s throne
Looking on the lamb once slain for all sins to atone,
Our pain is nothing next to His, our wounds are all but naught.
The blood He shed, His torturous death were all with insult fraught,
But still the Son of God went forth in dignity and strength,
He took our place and bore the cross until His dying breath,
Three days went by. He shunned the grave and rose to life again.
He did this so I too could claim a life in heaven with Him.
Sweet Jesus you have walked the road that I deserved to go.
You did this without one complaint, you knew just what to do,
So when I’m feeling battered and pulled in many ways,
Remind me of the walk you took and please accept the praise.