To make us precious, He was pierced
To make us whole, He was stripped
To make us beautiful, He was beaten
To make us shine, He took the shame
To make us blessed, He became cursed
To deliver us from bondage, He was bound
To make us sound, He was spat upon
To make us worthy, He wore the crown of thorns
To make us full, He emptied Himself
To give us abundant life, He gave His life
To make us bold, He gave His blood
To make us friends of God, He became foe
He gave up His all, so that we may become His all
He took the fall, so we may not fall
To turn around is to let His love abound
To be like Him, to ever follow Him
- Poem by Mariyosh
