The Debt was Transferred and Paid for By Our Savior

A garden should be pleasant

Peaceful, a place to be refreshed

But for Jesus, it was dreadful

As all of our pains and needs on Him were pressed

The Savior came willingly

Knowing the pain would be horrific

That the bitter cup was for His emptying

Yet as the only perfect lamb, alone  All. He could not pick

Prayerfully, He did drink

It was vile so bitterly laden

It absorbed His soul, He would to shrink

He fell on His face, so overwhelmed, then

Every vicious battle of good and evil

Every painful battle of the suffering heart

Transferred to Him, fully, wholly, ALL people

It pressed, His sweat was bloody, and oooh, this was just the start

His friends, the arrest, the mock filled trial

Knowing well... us, He could expect nothing worse

The worst n us, in truth, is vile

The wounded wounding, He let these things run their course

Then, stripped, exposed each flogging strike tore

He held the gripping pain in, from each impact

With our stripes He was taunted yet more

And suffered it for each thankless soul there, too, in fact

As constant reminder, the cross on His wounds

Re inflicted pain and then He was nailed to it

He couldn't catch His breath, nerves tore at every pound

Still, perfect lamb perfectly knew us and was compassionate

Then stark reality came, worse than the weight of sin

As while our transferred debt upon redisplayed

He no longer could feel His Father was with Him

Jesus as us, pled, as He hung, Abba! Then.... then... the debt was paid 

The perfect lamb was sacrificed

Blood and water from Him poured

As the spear pierced and verified

He is our Savior, ever more