For Our Sakes

He did not even own a bed,

He had no place to lay His head;

A cattle stall, His crib at birth;

He had no bank account on earth.

He laid the wealth of Heaven down

for earthly rags, a thorny crown.

He passed the praise of angels by,

And came where men cried, “Crucify!”

He left a throne for you and me,

And bore our sins upon a tree.

So strong His claim, so clear His call,

How dare I give Him less than all?

By Barbara C. Ryberg