but for the grace of God hang I,
By three nails between the earth and sky,
But Another for me chose to die.
I stare at Him with anguished regret,
Knowing the price of my sins He met;
With stripes and scars and scorn, He paid my debt.
His Father's commandments I daily spurned,
Like a dog unto his own vomit turned;
Yet, He hangs there paying the price I earned.
©2008 J. G. Braddock Sr.