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- He stretched forth
nail scarred
- hands to me
- when I would have
drowned
- in sin's stormy sea-
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- such gentle hands
but,
- oh so strong
- that once were
pierced for all the things
- I've done wrong.
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- As I looked upon
- His compassionate
face,
- overwhelmed by
- His gift of grace,
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- He brought me safe
- to salvation's shore
- and generously
forgave
- all I'd been before.
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- There on His brow
where once
- the thorny crown was
placed
- were the tiny lines
- those thorns had
traced.
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- I could only stand in
awe
- and wonder why
- He became the
Sacrifice f
- or a creature such as
I.
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- It was for my sins
- He left His rightful
throne
- that I might someday
claim
- His gift of salvation
for my own.
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- And though I surely
helped
- to set that mocking
crown upon His head,
- rather than the
reproach I deserve-
- He gave His life for
me instead.
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CJN
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