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