A Bearing Back

He bared His back and took
the lashes
The number
just shy of murder

He bared His back so
your back could be free

He lifted up your burdens,
said,
Take My yoke upon thee,
for it is easy

No condemnation
Now grace, you see
For away has wrath been washed
In a flood of water
and blood

He says, you are
redeemed
oh child of Mine
Bought at a price
Once a slave,
now free
Orphan
now adopted

I bared My back
bore murderous lashes
Child of Mine,
you are redeemed

So give Me all things
tired, weary and broken
Let My back bear the weight of whips

Let burdens fall on Me
And let Me
be
your resting peace