For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin.
I listen as sin speaks from the Cross.
For the times you stood and watched as injustice was done, my right foot was pierced. For the times you walked away as someone suffered, my left foot was spiked. For the times you thought only of yourself and sought meaning through your possessions, the skin was flayed from my back.
For the evil that you did my left hand was impaled; for the good you withheld my right hand was nailed. For the unkind words you uttered, my face was slapped; for the evil you let entertain you, my eyes were blackened. For the fantasies you created about yourself, the lies you told and the sins you entertained in your mind, I wore a crown of thorns.
But my side was lanced to empty you of bitterness and to bathe you sweetly. And if you let me, I will pick up and carry the twisted, broken, pierced thing that you have allowed sin to make of you. I will wrap you in linen and lead you to rest. And when angels come to find you, they will not. For already you will have risen with me.
For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.