EVEN FOR ME
‘And He came to Gethsemane
to suffer for all sin,’
No one can understand the
great pain within.
Oh, how He suffered through
that terrible time,
For every great and wicked
sin, every crime.
He suffered for everyone,
even for me, even for me.

They took Him, stripped Him,
mocked Him to scorn,
Beat Him with nine tails gave
Him a crown of thorn,
Yet He spoke not a word at all,
stood so bravely,
Threw a robe on His back, knelt
on mocking knee.
He was silent for everyone,
even for me, even for me.

They nailed Him to the coss, our
great God and King,
Could you ever imagine such
a wonderful thing?
Hanging there in agony high
on the cruel tree,
No unkind words were spoken,
Others he could see
Who needed comfort and blessing
from God above,
As He died in pain he only uttered
words of love.
He died for everyone,
even for me, even for me.

On the third day he rose again,
alive for all to see.
He opened the bond of the grave,
set all dead souls free
Triumphant over death this day,
Him mission complete,
Now He is risen, millions will
worship at His feet.
He arose for everyone,
even for me, even for me.

M Ann Margetson December 27, 2001