When Did He Know?

We see Jesus when He was born.  We are not told much about Him during His youth.  The next time we hear His story is when He is twelve and at the temple in His Father's house.  Then we again see Him entering the scene of His ministry when He is thirty and being baptized.  From there He heals, teaches, and ministers until  His death and resurrection.  A price He paid for me and for you. 

When Did He Know?

 When did He know

  about the old rugged cross, upon where His blood would be shed?
When did He know
  about the nails which would pierce His hands?
When did He know
  about the sins that would be heaped upon His shoulders?
When did He know
  how my sins would cause His Father's face to turn away?

Was it when He was born

   in a shabby, lowly manager?
Was it when He hammered
  nails alongside His earthy father?
Was it when He walked
  the countryside with no home to lay His head?
Was it when He was betrayed
  by one of His own?
Was it when He was spit upon
  and beaten?
Was it when He took my place
  upon that rough and rugged cross?
Was it when, in death,
  He cried out, "Why have you forsaken me?"

Regardless, through it all:

  He gave His life for me.
  He rose again.
  He lives for me.
  He still loves me.

If you have not recognized Jesus as your very own Savior, I encourage you to bow the knee and ask Jesus into your heart.  He died for you, too.