My Atoning Scapegoat

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My Atoning Scapegoat
Has shed His blood for me.
He has cleansed me from sin,
And set me free.
Free to run the wilderness
Never inhabited before.
It is my own place
Prepared by my Lord.
I didn’t deserve this gift.
I deserved what He went through.
No one forced Him.
He wanted to.
It required His purity.
It required His life.
It required His blood,
His suffering and strife.
Yet to Him it was love,
And saving His own.
He did not want me to roam
My wilderness alone.
Slain in obedience
On the Last Atoning Day.
The cross opened the grave,
And prepared the way.
My Scapegoat has risen,
And raised me with Him.
I will live forever
With Him in His kingdom.