His Sacrifice

as I awake,
I recall memories that make me quake
For long ago on Calvary,
My Jesus died to set me free;

I’ll never really understand,
Why God made such as a wondrous plan,
Yet so painful,
That When He saw a humble man,
Jesus fulfilled God’s perfect plan;

The Crown of thorns upon His head,
The blood that for my soul He shed,
The cries of pain and agony,
It was all to set this captive free;

In life and death he bore my pain,
To make a way that life I’d gain,
And when He comes for us again,
The plan of God will be made plain;

Those nail- scarred hands and feet,
Were all for us to stop defeat,
For now our soul can soar with Him,
The final Battle we will win;

My eyes will I lift to heaven above,
To catch a glimpse of God’s divine love,
Our flight will end in heaven I know..



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