By His Good Grace
You bore the stripes of a sinner.
Though the scars were not yours to wear.
With your blood you paid the debt
You knew we could not pay.
Thank You Heavenly Father
For I would not be here today.
By your Grace we have been saved
Rather lost or indenial.
You suffered the pain and torture.
When it should have been us on trial.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2008
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