With the Easter season fast approaching, I thought I would share a sweet poem by Robert Herrick that considers the sufficiency of Christ’s sacrifice along with the reality that we still suffer. Here is how he thought about these truths.
Have, have ye no regard, all ye
Who pass this way, to pity me,
Who am a man of misery!
A man both bruised, and broke, and one
Who suffers not here for mine own,
But for my friends’ transgression!
Ah! Sions Daughters, do not fear
The cross, the cords, the nails, the spear,
The myrrh, the gall, the vinegar:
For Christ, your loving Saviour, hath
Drunk up the wine of God’s fierce wrath;
Only, there’s left a little froth,
Less for to taste, than for to show,
What bitter cups had been your due,
Had He not drunk them up for you.