IT WAS FOR ME

When I see the hands with nail scars

reaching way down to me,

I get quite emotional

for I know He died to set me free.

His precious body beaten,

even His beard plucked out,

and I wonder how the world today

could still be shrouded in doubt.

A crown of thorns, a mocking crowd,

a sword to pierce His side,

and over in the distance

a temple veil that He'd divide.

An ominous sky, a mother's tears,

His Father turns away.

and my dear Jesus, for our sins,

was crucified that day.

But wait! It isn't over!

For didn't He once say

that if they destroyed this Temple,

He'd rebuild it in three days?

Not temple walls made out of clay,

but the body in the tomb

would rise again without delay

for LOVE dispels all gloom.

I wish I'd been outside the tomb

to see Jesus when He'd arisen

and listened as He told them how

He'd broken Satan's prison.

I'm sure the devil trembled

when the grave had to release our King.

He's Alive, oh Hallelujah!

Oh, death, where is your sting?

The enemy's defeated,

and heaven's door is open wide.

on a gleaming throne sits Jesus,

ready to welcome us inside.

The Holy Spirit's been released and beckons to each soul

reminding us to seek God's Son to come and make us whole.

I owe Him for the sacrifice He made for all at Calvary

for when He shed His life's blood, it came down and covered me!

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