Here's one I wrote
Jesus hung there upon the cross
So cruel the nails, the agony
His final breath the victory
And He had died for me
But this death could not keep my King
And the grave had no power, so he
Arose and conquered death for me
Now I can only sing
Your grace still amazes me
The cross, oh how can it be?
I’m unworthy to be spotless, clean
Yet you died to set me free
I give my life for Christ to use
I’ll tell of His amazing grace
And when I rest in that Heav’nly place
Still I’ll sing in His embrace
Your grace still amazes me
The cross, oh how can it be?
I’m unworthy to be spotless, clean
Yet you died to set me free
Thursday, March 5, 2009
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