A crown of thorns upon His head His skin the brutal whip did shred Spikes of iron through hands and feet with spears and spit and fists they beat The wagging heads and scornful sighs The hateful looks, accusing eyes Why leave the throne of G-D on high and suffer in this way to die? For me, Oh L-RD, You gave Your blood To shower me with cleansing flood A world of sin upon Your head 'Twas for me Your blood was shed When you should have gathered fame You took my sin, You bore my shame My faith in You is all I bring Your praises all I ask to sing I bless and praise Your Holy Name I am Your child I now proclaim As I stand before the throne I know I shall not stand alone JESUS once my surrogate JESUS now my advocate The cross, Your show of selflessness Has lifted me to righteousness Ten thousand deeds that I could do Would never measure up to You Because You sit with G-D on high I know my soul shall never die A life once marked by insurrection A soul now saved by resurrection So thank You for Your sacrifice I rest and know You've paid the price (c) 2004 by Kenneth Schustereit |
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| "All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way and The L-RD hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all" -- - Isaiah 53:6 |
| "RESURRECTION" by Kenneth Schustereit |
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