Why He Died
Oh Lord! Fame was not thy aim when you came
To this sinful world to give us a new, noble name
Thy angels in heaven glow…you had a change of raiment
To buy our pardon lest we end up in eternal torment
Born king in a manger, thy depth of sobriety,
You lived among mortal men, preaching life and liberty
Any where you went you healed, helped… doing good
The hungered and thirsty you gave thy father’s food
When thy time was at hand, teardrops of blood
Flowed from thy crimsoned socket… a fiery flood
Meant to erode our sins and stains flowed at Gethsemane
Oh the passion that made you bare the pains and chain
It wasn’t the nails that kept you on the cross
But you love for me made you bear the loss
It wasn’t the sword and spear that made you bled
But my sins… the reason for the tears you shed
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2009
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