It Should Have Been Me (by Tim Bell)

It should have been me
Crushed for my iniquity
While I was an enemy
It should have been me
Despised and rejected
Smitten and afflicted
It should have been me
Broken and spilled out
God’s wrath poured out
It should have been me

But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
(Isaiah 53:5 ESV)

The Blood Dripped (by Tim Bell)

The blood dripped on the broken ground
Covering the sand and stones
With each drop the earth trembled
And the Son of Man groaned

The blood dripped and the dust was stirred
Moved by Great Weight and the Wind
The dust was blown away by Love
For this Man had never sinned

The blood dripped as the flies gathered
To drink from the Son of God
Their feet washed by His royalty
A foretaste of what’s to come

The blood dripped as He breathed His last
Under a darkened sky
Then it flowed down the metal spear
Mixed with water from His side

The blood dripped on the rough cut wood
Made for murderers and thieves
The tree without roots would bear fruit
Nourished by the Prince of Peace

The blood dripped, the blood dripped
From the Son of God…

…without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins.
Hebrews 9:22b.