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His eyes looking down His arms open wide Pierced, blood stained Held out for me
Wood from a tree |
Love, so pure, so freely given So undeserved I fall to my knees Tears fill my eyes I see it's me He's looking at But not with hate, with love
I see it's me
Trembling I lay it down |
This freedom, so freely given So undeserved A gift so pure, so Holy From a Father to His child Handed out with Love
I nailed Him to that cross © 1998 Copyright Beth Harris |
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I pound
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I pound Blinded by my selfishness No love found in me With all my might I pound
I pound
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I pound The nails I drive deep Into the One who loves me Still, With all my might I pound
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As candles cast their gentle light
The how the why, the where the when
I know the One who died for me
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He showed God's love and healing hand
Not swords or guns did He persue
It was with gentle hand and heart
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So day by day I live my life
So not with sword, but gentle hand
As Jesus throws His gentle light
© 1999 Copyright Beth Harris |
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If He's the Son of God
Women wept and mourned |
The sky grew black as the night |
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As people pass it by With their hearts unwarmed Although they know not why
I feel a sudden urge
If we don't tell the world
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the World A fight begins within Something holds me back Satan holds on tight And launches his attack
And now I've failed again
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They will never see The life that they can have With God eternally
I stand in darkness now
If we don't tell the world
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As I think of the One who loves me His works and wonders All around How can it be
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That the One who made the trees And the sky so blue Created me And loves me How can it be How can it be © 1991 Copyright Beth Harris |
A gentle breeze As the soft wind blows The Son of God Sent for me How can it be
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They wanted me to go
I was hurt
The pain
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I was scared and afraid
Why when things are going well
Desperate for an answer © 1990 Copyright Beth Harris |
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