T'was He Who Loved Me First

by Cary Knor

I wish for us to imagine the one who died for me,

the one who took our burdens on our cross to Calvary.

We often think and ponder of the pain of thorns and nails,

of the slashing of the scourges

and we faintly hear the yells.

And we think of how He suffered

"Oh, my soul, what could it mean?"

But the truth is, this was nothing next to what no man has seen.

To disrobe of all the splendor

of His majesty,

His grace,

To become a little baby

take on a human face,

To be judged by those He came for,

to utter not a cry

to listen to the mocking,

to the spitting,

no reply.

To call him as a traitor

as the brother of the one

from whom He came to free us .....

when His agony was done.

Oh, see Him as they scatter,

the ones He loved so dear,

as His own delivered Him to death,

the one that sat so near.

And in the pain on Calvary

the mockers crowded in,

"If you are God, come down from there"

their flaming darts begin.

They did well know that He could not,

but t'was not due to power.

For love so great as never seen,

He stayed the final hour.

And at that time on Golgotha,

the Father turned his face.

Our Savior now alone to take all sin of human's race,

the ravages of sinners

the murdered in their tombs

the raping of the virgins

the babes killed in their wombs,

the hatred, lies and lusts of man ...

all pain, and all should die.

But the answer lay on Jesus' lips, the words of His reply,

"Forgive them, Father, for they know not the thing of which they do."

And then He bowed his head and died ... a death for me and you.

And I wonder and I ponder for His love of me, the worst,

And I'll love the one who took my sins,

for t'was He who loved me first.