Was For You
This cross I bore
this walked I walked
the tears I cried
the crown on my head
to the blood that I shed
was for you..
The nails in my hands
the spikes in my feet
the wound in my side
to the pain in my eyes
as I slowly died
was for you..
as I died on this tree
my blood washed you free
from your burdens of sin
came my love from within
as the stone rolled away
and as I live today
was for you...
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