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Who's To Blame

Who's to blame is it me is it you Who's to blame the Romans the Jews Who's to blame do you know I do Everyone, all man you know it's true You can't point the finger at anyone but yourself, Each one of us caused His death. It's not who physically killed Him it was the reason why He had to die. Sin from the beginning, Sin we continue, Sin that we deny. Who killed Him, who's to blame is when we lose track of why He came. We lose His death, we lose His life, we lose His love, His sacrifice. We forget what's important what He came for that is so we'd have a chance to walk through Heavens door. Not who but why a love that would never die. Not even hell could keep His love from reaching us. His blood, the cross, His love, never lost. We try to run, we try to hide, no matter where we go, He's always by our side.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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