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