On this stormy Good Friday in Jerusalem, I am going to share with you an old Hymn, Wounded for Me, written by William G. Ovens after World War I.
I think it is a wonderful expression – in a complete way – of the Gospel story on this most important three days of our Christian calendar.
I hope it is of inspiration to you all!
From where it all happened,
Middle East Correspondent
Wounded for me, wounded for me,?
There on the cross He was wounded for me;?
Gone my transgressions, and now I am free,?
All because Jesus was wounded for me.
Dying for me, dying for me,?
There on the cross He was dying for me;?
Now in His death my redemption I see,?
All because Jesus was dying for me.
Risen for me, risen for me,?
Up from the grave He has risen for me;?
Now evermore from death's sting I am free,?
All because Jesus has risen for me.
Living for me, living for me,?
Up in the skies He is living for me;?
Daily He's pleading and praying for me,?
All because Jesus is living for me.
Coming for me, coming for me,?
One day to earth He is coming for me;?
Then with what joy His dear face I shall see,?
O how I praise Him–He's coming for me!