His Pains Our Gain Poem by Oyelakin Gbolahan

The excruciating pain of crucifixion,
The rain of blood on the death floor
Brings us the flood of divine mercy.
His pain our gain.

The daunting pain of horrific death,
The gross loss of right and toss of coin on His clothes
That culminates to the height of humility.
His pain our gain.

The pain of choiceful shame that He endured,
Gives Him et’nal fame,
And makes us aim for His joyful Presence always.
His pain our gain.

The pain of an instantaneous separation,
The feel of the cold breeze of neglection
Assures the dawn of et’nal peace and redemption – a neo life.
His pain our gain.

The costly pain of mediation between God and man,
The change of lifestyle and tradition
All for the sake of our justification.
His pain our gain.

The timely pain of denial by loved ones,
The condemnation from all and sundry
He alone endured ‘til our commendation was perfected.
His pain our gain.

He wasn’t a coward that faced death,
Took a faithful journey towards Golgotha,
To reward all who will stand faithful to Him.
His pains our gain.

Pretty hard were the pains He bore,
Yet, all glorious are the gains we receive.
His pains our gain.

Indeed, it cost Him ‘cos He lost His life;
That we may gain life, life et’nal.
His pains our gain.

Lord, we are grateful ‘cos You are faithful,
Merciful and always full of compassion.
His pains our gain.