a Stranger and Foreigner
What he bore for me
was at a price of what cost?
This stranger an foreigner
he died at Calvary.
This stranger to make me his friend,
a foreigner that shared his home.
At a great cost his life he paid.
Great Stranger, I worship and fall at your feet.
No longer estranged nor will I roam from thee.
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