You died alone at Calvary
To give me life eternally
The crown of thorns You bore for me
Renewed my mind and set me free
Rejected, naked, shamed,Your plight
To clothe me in Your glorious light
Your back was scourged and blood flowed free
Each lash, a healing, Lord, for me
Your hands were nailed onto a tree
To cleanse my hands to work for Thee
The nails that pierced Your feet that day
Enabled mine to walk Your way
My sorrows and infirmity
You bore that day in agony
And, Jesus, from Your wounded side
The Father made a spotless Bride
About Me
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