Couldn’t have said it any better myself

I just can’t wrap my mind around this thought. Horatio Spafford beat me to it by 136 years, and here it  is in his own words:

My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought—
My sin—not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

That verse just gets me every time…