My Savior
My Savior-Noah Holden
You can’t figure out God he is the ultimate mystery,
Trying to figure out God is like trying to solve unsolved history,
His blood is more precious than silver or gold,
To God my soul is already sold,
He can lift you up when your down and out,
Not all the words can describe him and tell what he’s about,
They hung Jesus on a cross made of Dogwood tree,
He is the only one who can save me,
They placed a thorn crown upon his head,
He was hung on the cross with nails in his hands and his blood was shed,
By the Romans, Jesus was rejected,
He rested in his grave for 3 days and he was resurrected.
Copyright © Noah Holden | Year Posted 2010
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