He bore the nails for our sin,
And God turned His back on Him.
A father could do no worse
Than leave His Son to a curse
So we could gain in His loss.
The sight was gory and gross—
A naked man ripped apart,
His hands, feet, and bleeding heart
Masked the man, Savior of Men.
No wound would be greater than
Such separation from God,
Nor will we find that it could.
I’ll take my pains any day
To avoid hurt none can stay.

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