He was wounded for my transgressions.
He was bruised for my iniquities.
His self-giving astonishes me.
That is why I worship him.
And, when I try to be more righteous, more like him, and fail, I hear him say to me, "I am the way".
I lean on the one who on this day hung on a cross.
For me.
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