He Freely Gave His Life For You
why is it?
that He took my place,
And instead, gave me Grace.
An unmeritted favour,
That granted me valour.
Why is it?
That I lived my life in dirt,
Filled daily with evil flirt.
Yet He never stopped at my filth,
But went on to forgive my guilt.
Why is it?
That He laid aside His majesty,
So awesome and powerful in modesty.
To pull us out of our sinful depth,
By paying the cost to all its debt.
Wy is it?
That He freely gave His life,
To heal the Father’s strife.
A price that cost His Blood,
to be shared abroad like flood.
His Blood cries every Hour: Never loosing Its Power
He died a sorrowful shameful death,
Just as a stable recorded His Birth.
Not to be listed in the hall of fame,
As a winner in the greatest bloody game.
He carried, and was hanged on cross,
That you and I will be able to cross.
From the broad way of unrighteousness,
To be crowned with Him in righteousness.
This is the reason,
Reuniting the Father’s creation
With Him in one Nation.
The Reason for His passion
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