Salvation Sonnet

When I think of my great Savior, I bow

My head in shame of my darkness and sin

But then I lift my hands in praise that now

I am forgiven, clean, and whole again

He laid aside his crown that He could see

And feel the sorrow of the human race

Offering truth and love in hopes that we

Would accept His gift of eternal grace

Instead, he received our hate and loathing

As he was tried and jailed without reason

Stripped of dignity, along with His clothing

He was punished, until death received Him

Ladened with the stripes of iniquity,

By these same wounds He gave us liberty

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