My sins were the scourges which lacerated those blessed shoulders,
and crowned with thorn those bleeding brows: my sins cried
"Crucify Him! crucify Him!!"
and laid the cross upon His gracious shoulders.
His being led forth to die is sorrow enough for one eternity:
but my having been His murderer, is more, infinitely more,
grief than one poor fountain of tears can express.
Love not the world, neither the things that are
in the world. If any man love the world,
the love of the Father is not in him.
For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh,
and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life,
is not of the Father, but is of the world.
1John 2:15-16
He died for you...you could at least live for Him.