Sunday, March 15, 2015

He Became Sin for Us – A Poem by Martha Snell Nicholson

 

2 Corinthians 5:21  For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.

I recently quoted this verse in the article on Fifty Shades of Grey.  It is one of the most astounding and amazing thoughts in relation to the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.  That the Son of God could and would be made sin, and that He would do so for the likes of us – for the likes of me!  It is beyond my comprehension.  I can only praise and wonder.

He Became Sin for Us

O the mystery of His mercy!
Unguessed depths of matchless grace.
Christ became that which He hated,
While God turned away His face.

Turned in wrath from His Beloved,
Hanging there upon the tree;
Strangely changed, and strangely bearing
All the sins of you and me.

Angels dared not look upon Him,
But averted stricken eyes;
Seeing not the Lord of glory,
But a bleeding Sacrifice.

Through the circling, endless ages
Such a sight had never been;
He, the spotless LAMB of Heaven,
Christ the Lord, becoming sin!

- Martha Snell Nicholson

5 comments:

  1. Isn't it a wonderful gift that our Lord has given us? It's a timeless gift that will be with us forever. This is such a lovely poem you have posted.

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    1. Yes, that's true! Thank you. Mrs. Nicholson was a talented poet. I have been able to collect quite a few of her poems online.

      Thank you for stopping by and for commenting. :-)

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  2. Wow, this poem was incredibly touching! I stand amazed at the love of our precious Savior. Salvation through His shed blood is the truly the greatest gift.

    Thank you so much for sharing with Roses of Inspiration. Hugs!

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    1. Mrs. Nicholson is one of my favorite poets. I love how a godly poet with real talent can take a Bible truth and put it into words that are so stirring, and that make us think about something in a different way than usual. This poem does that, I think.

      I was happy to share it. Thanks for hosting the link-up.

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  3. Every time I ponder on that moment on Golgotha, I cry. Thank you for sharing this poem on the Art of Home-Making Mondays. Very powerful!

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