Jesus My Curse! The blessed Son, I live because he died.
Bore the wrath I earned, he is the promised seed.
All the scriptures complete, finished and done.
With whom I'm clothed, an adopted Son.
The curtain torn, the way open,
The Second Adam drank the cup
Of the Father's wrath, at our rebellion.
Blessed in him, we live again!
Jesus My Curse! The crucified one, I heard and believed.
Sent to bring freedom, to those enslaved.
All the scriptures declared, that he would come.
The Saviour King, who brings us home.
Erik Raymond writes about Jesus My Curse