'Twas

'Twas my sin that placed upon
His back those deepn'ing stripes.
'Twas my hatred that pressed upon
His head that crown of thorns.
'Twas my bitter words that spat
Upon His bruised face.
'Twas my hand that nailed His
Upon that wretched cross.
'Twas my selfishness
That drove Him Calv'ry-bound.
'Twas my wretched, sinful heart
That piecered His with a spear.
'Twas His love that washed away
My grievances towrd Him.
'Twas His grace that set me free
To draw me close to Him.

Carey Nofziger
11 April 2005