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Time Stood Still

The innocent Lamb was sacrificed Shouldering such an onerous load In his earthbound body dwelling here Sent from His Father’s throne As the sands of time in the hourglass His life slipped slowly away Grace, peace and harmony He had brought to this earth His life was the price He paid The earth shook with the tragedy The sun refused to shine His pain on the cross was constant The sins He covered were mine We call it Good Friday, now The day that He died Death could not keep Him So Easter has been set aside As the day He did arise

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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