He bared His back and took
the lashes
The number
just shy of ******
He bared His back so
your back could be free
He lifted up your burdens,
said,
Take My yoke upon thee,
for it is easy
No condemnation
Now grace, you see
For away has wrath been washed
In a flood of water
and blood
He says, you are
redeemed
oh child of Mine
Bought at a price
Once a slave,
now free
Orphan
now adopted
I bared My back
bore murderous lashes
Child of Mine,
you are redeemed
So give Me all things
tired, weary and broken
Let My back bear the weight of whips
Let burdens fall on Me
And let Me
be
your resting peace