He Died In My Place
by Nellie Shani

How he died on the tree
All in Isaiah fifty three
A King coming to earth
Yet had no noble birth

An invisible crown on His head
Born in a stable for a bed
Leaving His throne for humanity
He had no beauty or majesty

His appearance was not desirable
The reception He got was terrible
Though all heavenly hosts hailed Him
Pharisees and Sadducees hated Him

He was despised and rejected
With sorrow and pain afflicted
He was pierced for our transgressions
But man will still not make confessions

Like sheep we all go astray
Each one following his own way
On Him the judgment guilty
Though nothing on Him was filthy

On that frightful afternoon
Which upon Him came too soon
He walked that lonely road to Calvary
Then hung on a cruel tree

Cut off from the land of the living
Yet with His death salvation bringing
On Him death had no hold
The third day His resurrection bold

He stormed the gates of hell
Released captives from their cell
The kingdom of darkness was shaken
From Satan the key of death taken

Today in heaven glorified
By His blood we are purified
At the right hand of the Father seated
Satan has been defeated

Nellie  Odhuno Shani is a Counselor, Conference speaker and writer. Her first books are available on amazon.com, Barnes and Nobles and on her author's websites.

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