A friend, Randy Reed, wrote this, and I loved it. This is vital, if Christians must appreciate the sacrifice that brought about Easter. It was all for you and me.
Take a look:
"He carried my cross" by Randy Reed
It wasn’t His cross
He carried on that day
and they weren’t His sins
for which He was about to pay.
As He staggered up the hill
His sweat mixed with His blood.
As the drops fell to the ground
the dust into mud.
He collapsed from total exhaustion
as He struggled up my road—
yet He got up and continued on
knowing I couldn’t carry the load.
He walked that long, lonely path
while His body cried out in pain,
not because He had sinned,
but to take away my blame.
Even though He didn’t have to
He saved me from my dismal fate
by dying a slow, agonizing death
on history’s most important date.
No, it wasn’t His cross
He carried on that day,
and they weren’t His sins
for which He was about to pay.
