Counting Each Drop

Text Box: Dear Servant,

	Yes, I counted each accusation they hurled at my son.  I counted each scourge of the whip and every blow he received from the fists of the soldiers.  I witnessed each thorn that was in his crown.  I counted the steps that he made as he was forced to march through the city.  I heard each slur hurled against him.  I saw the place where he fell and could not take up the cross anymore.  I heard the blows of the hammer as each stroke fell, pinning him upon that cross.  I counted each and every precious drop of blood that fell, and each puddle formed in the dirt.  I heard each word my son said in mercy and heard each ugly curse flung at him from the crowd.  I counted each ragged breath until his last was drawn.

	I numbered something else that day.  I numbered your sins.  Each and every one of them I counted. Each true accusation the enemy could ever throw at you, each mistake and intentional act of rebellion, I saw and numbered.  At the end of the accounting I marked every sin “paid in full”.  Each sin and wrong I covered with the precious blood my son shed.  On that day I purchased you my child.

Counting each precious second with you, I AM