He paid my ransom.

It was a heart-wrenching love story. I was kidnapped. I was bound, chained, and my heart was hurt so badly. I lost all hope of a rescue. But my Love came and gave Himself up in my place. He was taken, beaten, poked, ridiculed, persecuted and struck; and I was healed. He suffered and shed His blood instead of me, all for me. He paid my ransom. And I am eternally grateful.

I was kidnapped by sin.
It took me to place unknown,
Until He stepped in,
And paid my ransom.

My Savior took all the pain
That was meant for me,
Rattled and shook my chains,
And suddenly I was free!

The stripes He endured,
All of those appalling injuries,
Each and every one ensured,
That I was healed completely!

Why would He do this for me?
Why am I worth that to Him?
What did He see? I am unworthy,
And full of atrocious sin.

But He paid my ransom,
His life force liberated,
It wasn’t an act random;
For I was ill fated.

How can I express my appreciation
To He who is utmost High?
He owns all, seas and mountains,
I’ve nothing to give but to draw nigh.

The One Who created all that is above
And below, and all the days,
Wants my praise, wants my love;
And it is His forever and always.

Have a great Valentine’s Day, y’all. ♥

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