my inheritance

tonite i stumbled across these words from a 17th century puritan, john flavel. i can think of no greater message to share with you as we ready our hearts to sing "Christ the Lord is risen today!"

Lord, the condemnation was yours,
that the justification might be mine.

The agony was yours,
that the victory might be mine.

The pain was yours,
and the ease mine.

The stripes were yours,
and the healing balm issuing from them mine.

The vinegar and gall were yours,
that the honey and sweet might be mine.

The curse was yours,
that the blessing might be mine.

The crown of thorns was yours,
that the crown of glory might be mine.

The death was yours,
the life purchased by it mine.

You paid the price
that I might enjoy the inheritance.

thank you, Lord Jesus, for enduring friday that we may celebrate sunday.