A long time ago

It was all for me

Before I could know

Your death on a tree

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Had I been there

To try and stop you

Would I not dare

Like Peter did too

~

Yes I am sure

The death that you died

Not wanting to endure

I would have tried

~

To stop it all then

It didn’t seem fair

An innocent man

This cross to bear

~

I will never know

The price that you paid

For upon that cross

You took my place

~

I can only try

To imagine the pain

Blood that was shed

The reason you came

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What kind of love

Does three nails fashion

What kind of man

Holds this much passion

~

He chose to die for me

I do not understand

For I am only dust

I am but mere man

~

Yet this One loves me

With love I’ve never known

No beginning and no end

This love keeps going on

~

I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge–that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.