For Me
I ponder his redeeming love
His arms spread wide for me
How can it be that he would die?
To set this prisoner free
If I had been the only one
His mercy would I find
A crown of thorns upon his brow
Crucifixion was assigned
Nails driven one by one
His feet and then his hands
“It is finished” as he breathed his last
His body gave up its demands
Then on day three an open grave
His linen left behind
“He is not here, he is alive
In here you will not find”
“Jesus, our Messiah,
He is risen from the dead,
Go and tell the world until
the message is widespread”
Let’s set our minds on things above,
Not things upon this earth
Tell everyone you meet each day
Of your spiritual rebirth
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