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Somewhere Near Here

In old Jerusalem near cross and sepulcher Transgressors and confessors searching for a cure Weary Pilgrims assembled in this place ornate Guilty, broken, sad, sickened, from life’s heavy weight Here we remember how our sin once did molest How selfish deeds and hateful thoughts God does detest Yet for us sinners Christ in love performed His grace His sacrificial work makes this a holy place Somewhere near here religion organized deceit They drug him to the pavement to make his end complete Somewhere near here truth was twisted, justice denied Somewhere near here, misinformed, crucified they cried Somewhere near here with cruel whip his back was beat Somewhere near here Rome drove nails in Christ’ hands and feet Somewhere near here the savior wore thorns for a crown Somewhere near here the savior’s blood trickled down Somewhere near here they punctured a sword in his side Somewhere near here for our sin our blessed savior died Somewhere near here, hanging shamefully on a cross Jesus was sacrificed to restore human loss Here listening to vile words the crowd did sputter An announcement of forgiveness he did utter Here on these grounds the lamb without blemish or flaw Orchestrated the salvation the Father foresaw The execution done His body was removed The task was now completed, the Father approved In a tomb near here his slaughtered corpse was encased Still, dead, and buried, His accomplishments erased For three days in the dark of the earth he did lay While the Sabbath left His friends to mourn in dismay But on the third day, somewhere near here, before dawn There came a rumble and He awoke without yawn Somewhere near here before the daylights detection Breath was restored in mighty resurrection The women and the disciples saw him near here Then to more than five-hundred he dared to appear I’m quite impressed with these walls and decorations But they provoke neither joy nor celebration For I’m on a journey to see the saviors face And perhaps that’s the lesson of this wondrous place For nails, nor cross, rocks, or cave can keep Jesus still Resurrected our savior moves around at will He will not be confined to places around here But where ever we go our living Lord is near.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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