He Did It All Poem by Michael P. Johnson

They hung Him in the early morn
Until the midday heat
Gambling for the clothes He’d worn
And sandals from His feet

Naked He’d come naked He’d gone
He’d lived and now was dead
Yet through his life had God’s true Son
No place to lay His head

He bore our sickness took our curse
Suffered the cross alone
Creator of the universe
Had nought to call His own

What glory could His killers see?
What sign from Heaven came?
He said He’d set the captive free
But died Himself in shame

Could this have been salvation’s Christ?
What do the scriptures say?
Why would God’s Son be sacrificed?
Why should He die that way?

The Christ would right our father’s wrong
Would bring our enemy down
Would sing with us the victors song
Restoring Adam’s crown

Could yet the truth be made more plain?
Had not these works been done?
But yet one day He’ll come again
To finish what’s begun

We must prepare to meet Him there
Serve God the way we should
For now eternal life we’ll share
Because of Jesus’ blood