— Aaron Stone
“You knew exactly what I cost. I was worthless but You made me worth it. I was a slave content to beg beneath Your table but You took me in & made me a son. When I finally arrive & my prodigal eyes behold Jesus who once wore my shame, adorned in majesty on His throne, I will stand & belong wearing His righteousness as my clothes.”
“I have been thinking hard about us trading places that maybe I could wear
Your beauty if You put on my shame.
Jesus I’ve been trying so hard to look like You that I almost missed the
Worst of what I put You through.
You didn’t die for sins, You died covered in them, a prideful lying thief
Gasping out my final breaths.
For that one moment you looked just like me, so Your father left You and You
Died completely alone.
For me, You were alone.”