I DIED FOR YOU

{What Easter Is - part 2}

I DIED FOR YOU

© Robert C Burnham

The road I walked was marked with scorn

The crown I wore was made of thorn

I was alone as I climbed that hill

My disciples turned away, their voices still

I know your world is full of persecution

I know that life can seem so rough

But I arose from an execution

That against strife you may stand tough

I tried to teach you many things

But never promised that life was fair

Only that I will come again

And bring my judgement for all to share

You wonder why you face misfortune

I wish you would just remember me

I too endured heartache and pain

I knew no rich man's luxuries

On earth I was often tempted

By the Devil, just as you

I held to the faith of my Father

Allowing His grace to pull me through

I had a close friend

Who sold me out

And those who professed to know my Father

In me, presented only doubt

They scorned me and whipped me

Half disrobed in the public square

All Jerusalem mocked my Word

All Jerusalem shouted and sneered

Up lonely Calvary I was marched

Weighed down by a rugged cross

The blood I shed flowing freely

In the effort to pay your cost

Just thirty-three and condemned to die

My holy duty to reconcile

A world of lost sinners, for whom I cried

For whom I walked that final mile

I am not complaining

It was God's will for me to do

But as you contemplate your own distress

Please remember I died for you.