In a Nutshell
In a Nutshell
The Son of God our Savior;
A human form He took;
Twas prophesied in days of old;
It's written in His book.
Blood ran on the whipping post,
That my sickness may be healed.
The story has been often told.
It's in His book revealed.
They nailed Him to a rugged Cross;
I know that Jesus died.
In awful pain and torment,
My Lord was crucified.
After He died they took Him down;
Our sacrifice for sin,
And placed Him in a borrowed tomb,
But then He rose again.
In three short days He rose again;
Up from His narrow cell.
Victor for all the human race.
He conquered Death and Hell.
To grasp this matchless treasure,
I have but to believe;
And open up my heart to God,
His Promise to receive.
In the clouds of Heaven,
Oh, Glory to his name.
I plan to meet Him in the air;
When my Lord comes again.
Then I'll dance the streets of Heaven,
With Peter,James and Paul;
Eternally safe in Jesus care.,
Jehovah, The God of all.
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