JOYFULLY YOURS

The weight of the world on His shoulders,
as He climbed Golgotha's hill;
Endowed with power from above,
as He was send to do the Father's will.

Not His own carnal battle, but it was mine, that He had taken on;
My guilt, my shame, all my past, and He took my sinful wrong.

It wasn't His sicknesses, nor His diseases, it was mine;
All my infirmities, even the things that could make me blind.

Oh, but for the guilty, would His load have been so heavy that day;
As He stumbled over rocks of sin all along the way?

The chastsiment of the world; the struggle of it all;
Never once did He look back, neither for help, did He call.

Nails of pride, hammered into hands that for me,
shed His life's blood;
A pierced side, a crown of mere thorns;
He did it all in love.

He did not know violence; He never knew sin;
Yet the ultimate sacrifice He gave, that I may win.

Win over death, hell and the grave,
and never know defeat;
Live free of sickness, poverty and in my weakness,
be made complete.

What a hope He gave; for me, floundering yet in sin;
How hard can it be to turn from my old paths, where I've been?

A new life, freely offered, the debt fully paid;
Why is so hard to take hold of the best of the trade?

Life eternal, free of sickness, sin and pain;
It's all mine; it's all yours in Jesus' precious name.

Joy Marie Parker