His love for me was evident from the start and yet I knew it not.  He would always watch over me and protect me when I would fall prey to the traps laid out before me each and every day. I thought that I had done well for myself as I carried on through my life, only in time He revealed to me that it was He who had done well for me and not I for myself.

      His body piercing, it was cruel and intense and yet He had the strength to endure the pain of it all and told me, that one day this would make sense.  For now I am lost in what it was He meant.  The beating that He took for me on that dreadful day, is one that I know would have killed me but in His strength, He suffered its brutality then stood, to be quietly lead away.

      Upon a wooden cross, His arms were stretched as far as they would go. Though He was there, I could feel His arms around me as He bled for me and silently let His love flow.  Patiently, He waited for me to acknowledge all that He had done for me in my place, but I broke His heart as I turned from Him and like a coward, I hid and denied His saving grace. 

          Freely, Jesus walked the hill to Calvary carrying my cross upon His shoulders. Overlooking the city where he had been tried, He laid upon my cross without hesitation as He was nailed and bound between two sinners.  Only now, today, do I understand.  It is His dying that saved me.