It Should Have Been Me
There was a sound like the rushing of the wind
The thunder-struck reeds, the awe-struck mind
And many were they who beheld His pain
As He hung ONCE never to hang again.
Swiftly flowed the tears down His mutilated cheeks
His heart was boiling as it had been doing for weeks
Sorrow and Blood - a mixed free flow
His death giving me life for tomorrow.
It should have been me on the cross
Feeling the pain, feeling all the loss
Bereft of strength, paying every debt
Instead t'was He who, for me, wept
That I might forever be free...
Oh! It really should have been me....
