Grace's Price: Jesus' Blood

Oh Jesus, we ponder, we wonder, we ask,
Why did you give your blood, such a daunting task?
For we falter, we stumble, we stray from the path,
Our lives lacking in spirit, devoid of holy wrath.

We know not forgiveness, nor do we give grace,
Our hearts often hardened, our souls out of place.
We choose not your way, but embrace sin's dark lure,
Preferring Barabbas, deceit's prisoner impure.

Yet you knocked on our doors, with love so divine,
But our hearts remained closed, ignoring the sign.
In all of our sins, we find ourselves mired,
With no offering worthy, our souls uninspired.

Why, oh why, did you shed your precious blood?
Was it to grant us passage to heavenly flood?
To show us a path, devoid of the cost?
For we, in our worthlessness, seem all but lost.

Teach us, guide us, with your holy spirit's light,
To remember your pain, your anguish, your fight.
So that when this life fades, and our journey is done,
We'll find solace with you, in the light of the Son.