Gratitude

To him who passed through fire and death The strain of nails and lashes The bruises in the heart The neglect and gloom The shattered spirit The thorns and thistles To him who went down the hade and hell To remove the venom of death and hell To break the captor’s head asunder With mattock of authority And held captive hell and its host The captor Infected the victim with disobedience And a bite of death of sorrow and pains Sharing death among helpless children As the fear of death gripped my sinful soul I lost my light, I lost my freedom, I lost my all To him Who in humility borne my transgression Who in obedience borne my disobedience My shame, my pain, my suffering, my death And won for me, victory With his costly blood Declaring me a winner In the fight I couldn’t have won To him be glory and honour Forever and ever, amen