The Sacrifice
It happen far away, In a foreign land
On a barren hill, To an unknown man
It was many years ago and Divinely planned
On a day much like this, He made His final stand
It didn't seem to matter
In their petty little lives
On this cruel and violent planet
To appreciate His plight
The world hung in the balance
As he struggled with his choice
Then He raised His eyes to heaven
And the Father heard His voice
He took blame for us, although He was free from sin
They buried Him that day, To rise up once again
It happened that one day, In a time of hopeless pain
That He bought us back from sin, and Jesus is His name
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