When I think of the cross
And how God’s only Son
Left His kingdom and glories above
To endure a brutal, cruel death
To redeem my wretched soul
My heart bursts in fervent praise!
When I consider how on that cross
Heaven’s best, bore all my grief's
And carried all of my sorrows
How He was brutally beaten, scourged
And wounded for my transgressions
My heart bursts in fervent praise!
When I ponder the lonely grave
And the empty tomb that couldn’t hold Him
Because He who was dead is now alive forever
He conquered death so that I could live
And captured the keys of hell, to secure heaven for me
My heart bursts in fervent and total praise!
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Author:
Zizi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 7th, 2017 14:37
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
A true write Zizi!
Thanks Orchidee.
Well written and expressed
Thank you very much Tony.
Welcome
Amen.
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