Cuts on His back

Radient shades of amber illusion,
Dance inside my sun-filled mind,
Sudden peace, no more confusion,
My soul freed from age-old bind.

The cuts on His back spell my name,
Lash by lash He took my shame.

Walking in sun-light's dappled glow,
Tasting the clean, sweet air,
My thankfulness no words can show,
My joy, a wordless prayer.

The nails in His hands were meant for me,
My punishment taken and I am free.

Hope and freedom purchased by blood,
My sin has no power now!
Mercy and grace, a whelming flood,
Faith believes without asking how.

It was finished with Your last breath,
My hope, my life, bought with Your death.

Praise Jesus!