Trading Places: An Easter Poem | Autism: Finding Treasures In The Dust
Trading Places Catching a glimpse of His reflection I turn around to see The crown on his head His blood trickling down The price that set me free The scars on his hands His clothes dirty & torn For this task He was born My pain on His face My sin is His robe My hurts on Him unfold I gaze on His face Amazed at His grace His passion shining through Deep love in His eyes He heard every cry As my life He bravely rescued He took it all and healed my soul He traded places with me With love ordained from Heaven above Determined to set me free! He died on that cross His life He lost Paid the ransom due He rose again And conquered death Defeated all sin too Once and for all His children He’s saved Dressed in His clothes, redeemed, washed clean That we would be always together On earth and in Heaven His Bride for Eternity.