For praise He bore the shame

-A poem on Psalm 22

The Son we did despise

God heard not his cries

A Father turned away

As men went out to slay

He died without a friend

To such a bitter end

Why would he leave it all

To save us from the fall?

A Father’s glory awaited

And so for us was hated

We were not the cause

He rescued from hell’s jaws

The cross was for the glory

Of the wonder His story

It was for God He died

For glory crucified

There is no greater mystery

Than God at work in history

To save those under wrath

No one could do the math

For we deserved no kindness

In our willful blindness

His hands and feet were nailed

My death was there impaled

Blood erased my blame

A river of grace now came

Out of the grave He rose

Vanquished all our foes

He loved me for the goal

So grace I would extol

He made me to delight

In Him who is so right

Adopted as a son

In mercy it was done

For praise He bore the shame

To the glory of the Name