Our Lord
Our Lord
It was you against the world
But you convicted it with your word
You where the greatest to ever come
But yet you made yourself
The poorest among us all
You did not come here to be served
But to serve others and lead the herd
Many hated you without cause
Because you pointed out their flaws
You came and planted the field with your seed
In hope of sprouting many wonderful deeds
Lord, you saved us from the fires of death
Filling us with your eternal breath
Thank you for your greatness and love
You came down from above
To show your love
Copyright © Stephan McBride | Year Posted 2010
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