He Gave His Spirit
The cross bears our transgressions
For we hung Him on that tree
When it was time He be released
We shouted do not set Him free
Born of a virgin, Mary
He led the temple at age twelve
He grew in strength, He grew in wisdom
And all the land did know Him well
Destined for a purpose
Designed to set us free
Wearing His stripes
Alone that night
He gave His spirit just for me
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012
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