Our Ransom

This dark world is filled with terror,
All are born enslaved to sin and death.
As a result of our rebellious error,
We’ll be forever left without breath.

We were created to love and trust God,
But we disobeyed and spit in His face.
Now, as lawbreakers, with chains we are shod,
Because of our sinful disgrace.

Our iniquity’s debt is unassailable,
And for it we are doomed to die.
The pit we’re trapped in isn’t scalable;
We cannot, our Lord’s justice, defy.

The only hope for us to be free,
Is if, by another, our ransom is paid.
But now sound the trumpet of jubilee,
For, in our place, down His life, our God laid.

The holy God Who we sinned against,
Christ Jesus the Maker of all,
With His own blood, our sin, recompensed;
As humbly He did face death’s maul.

He was killed in a manner most brutal;
Mocked, beaten and crowned with thorn.
But evil’s attempt to defeat Him was futile,
For He rose again on the third morn.

After the horror of Roman crucifixion,
And being forsaken by the Father above,
Jesus fulfilled His prophetic prediction,
To conquer sin and death with His love.

He bore the fullness of God’s wrath,
For the sinfulness of all mankind.
With His bloody cross He forged a path,
And now all who seek Him shall find.

Though this fallen world is filled with darkness,
And down here terrors do abound,
Christ Jesus overcame all the harshness,
And with love, our sorrow, has drowned.

Come now to Him and take shelter;
He’s the Rock of ages cleft for me and you.
Raise up a joyful song; make it a belter.
Let’s give Jesus the praise He is due.

He is our God, most merciful and gracious,
Who dove headfirst into the grave,
With determination and grit most tenacious,
To rescue us and, our lost souls, save.