Out of obedience you went silently without defence, No more offerings of gold, no myrrh, or frankincense. You chose to be beaten, mocked, torn and pierced. And the vail was split, So I may draw near. You gave up your spirit and chose death and the grave. There on that cross, my saviour you were slain. The earth, it shook, And the sky went black. The price has been paid, That can never be paid back. The rags of my sin, Were washed clean on that day. By your love and grace, That can never go away. Youre there in the tomb, The devil thinks he has won. But thats not where a father Would leave his son. He struck at your ankle, But you crushed his head. Because on the third day, You rose again! Now that I am washed, And youve given me life. Ill shout from the roof tops, HES ALIVE, HES ALIVE!
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 11:11:07 +0000
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