This was one of the first prayers that I learned. One of my baseball coaches had us pray this before every game. When I prayed it then it really didn’t mean a lot to me because I didn’t understand what it really meant. But now that I know what was involved in being a redeemer it has taken on a whole new meaning. A redeemer pays a price that He does not owe for a need that is not his. My need was that I was on my way to hell. The exchange price for my soul was His precious life, His blood. He willingly gave it for me, but not for me alone but you too. Now He is my strength and my redeemer. Is He yours?