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Broken As Bread, Poured Out As Wine

Father if it's possible 
Let this cup pass from me 
My time has drawn short
And Here I pray 
in the Garden of Gethsemane 
It's not my will 
But Your will to be done..
These were the words 
Given to the Father 
From the Son. 
His cup runneth over
His time had run dry
At the place of a skull
With His arms open wide 
He chose to die
His Body was Broken as Bread
His Blood poured out as Wine
Upon that wooden cross 
Hung the healing hands
The teaching heart
The One that restored the blind. 
Father forgive them
For they know not what they do
In His hour of Faith
With their work of hate
The Son proved the Father True. 
From the 6th hour until the 9th
Darkness fell upon the land 
And in the 9th hour 
From the Cross, 
cried out the Son of Man...
My God, My God!!! 
Why have You forsaken me? 
It is now finished... 
He gave up the Ghost
In His Death He set Us free. 
I think of what this means to me
To be given a Love that 
Broke the bonds of my captivity 
A Love that’s Flawless 
When I was lawless
A Love that’s true
When I was dishonest..
A Love that lifted me
When I have fallen and stumbled
A Love that in its mercy
Has made me humbled..
I was gifted today
I was not promised tomorrow 
I was Given a Grace 
That dried my river of sorrow 
From the miry clay 
I was set upon stone
God will never leave me or forsake me 
or leave me alone..
Like a tree planted by waters
My roots will grow strong
I will sing unto the Lord
My poem, my song.
I have known resurrection 
For although I deserved death
I Was Given New Life
And the old life I’ve left.
From that Cross to the Crossroads 
I’ve been led out of night
I Praise You
I Love You
The Lord of My Life

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