The Accuser and the Advocate

I John 2:1

 

The Accuser of the Brethren looks on with evil glee

As I willfully, pridefully run to shameful misery

He leaps before the Righteous Judge and His only Son

A finger pointed at my sin: “I demand death for what she’s done!

She’s missed the mark and you who claim that you can never lie

Have stated in your Word, ‘the soul that sins must surely die’.

You have a duty to require payment for this wrongful deed.

Just look at her, she’s stained with guilt – all the evidence we need.”

 

Then the Son comes to his feet and stretches out his hands.

“My Father, the Accuser is correct, she’s broken your commands.

But look, I bear eternal scars from when I took her place

And died not only for her soul, but all the human race.

I paid the price of every sin, and since she trusted me

She’s clothed in my own righteousness, and forever will go free.”

I see the scars, the eyes of love, the Man who bore my guilt

And look upon my pure white robe, cleansed with the blood he spilt

My stain of guilt is wholly gone, the Accuser slinks away

I’m enfolded in my Savior’s arms, eternally to stay.