Bring Me Back
BRING ME BACK
Bring me back to Calvary
Where life started, full and free.
Bring me back to that red flood,
The pure and precious Savior’s blood.
Bring me back to those nail-pierced hands,
Crucified by the crowd’s demands.
Bring me back to the crown then worn
Made from sharp and cruel thorns.
Bring me back to His mangled face,
His body bruised to such disgrace.
Bring me back to that darkened day
When God Himself had turned away.
Bring me back to that victorious cry
Spoken just before He died.
Bring me back, and let me see
Again the Savior there for me.
Bring me back to the open door
That says He is there now no more!
Bring me back, and may I know
I through His death to heaven can go.
Bring me back, may I not tire,
But always go from there inspired
To sing, to write, to praise, to pray
To Christ who took my sins away.
And if I stumble or my faith lacks,
Just take my hand and bring me back.
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