He came for the weak and the weary, the broken and lonely. He bled for the sick and the worthless. He gave himself up for the arrogant and insolent. He died for the hated, the fatherless, the rich, the poor. He lay himself down for the bitter, the angry, the confused. He hung on a cross for the ones who never gave him a second thought. He was crushed for those who mocked and ridiculed him as he was lifted upon that tree--an image that would forever become a symbol of silent sacrifice and peace amid a world of terror and chaos.
And the part that makes the least sense of all... He came for you and me.
Grace.
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