And I know that what He did was for me. His thoughts to me are precious, and vast.

He knew me, He knew who I was going to be; He knew my name.

Even before I had been born and came to be, even before the earth was a blob of ball in the dark space. I was there on His mind as He went through the most earth-shattering historical event that has ever happened in all of history and time, in all of the universe.

God, being like man, and dying on the cross for my sin… for me.

He fought against the very forces of hell and death to give me life. He had undergone complete and utter hell, just so I wouldn’t need to taste it. And He fought and He won—the victorious and risen King.

His hands bled and were scarred, and there was a hole in His palm where the nails had been. His body was bruised and scarred, His skin ripped open and His bones protruding.

And I never had to take any of it, not one, because He had already taken it all for me.

He took my place, He saved my life; oh, what a beautiful love, what a sweet sacrifice.