22 March 2008

It was for Me

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It was for me the journey began,
On a hollow night when the angel came and foretold of his birth.

It is the story of a mother’s pain,
Of desires birth, of destiny fulfilled
And lives redeemed

Redeemed! Bought with the price of crimson red flow
Striped of past pain, and future faults
It is for a sinner made pure,
That he was arrayed, tortured, beaten and hung
Judged by creature, created by him

But for whom he wore a garment stained by their deeds
And for whom a crown of thorns......
Hung from his head and nails of sorrow pieced his hands

It was for me that the journey continues
At the dawn of day,
When the quaking began,
Shaking loose the chains that held the tomb shut
Alas! The deed is done

A price is paid, the verdict is returned
Death is swallowed up in victory!

It was for me
he died and got up from the grave!

© Deboo March 2008


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