He Laid Down His Life

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    He Laid Down His Life

    We have come into this world
    But a stranger in a foreign land
    Only borrowing all his mercy
    God gives with an open hand

    His blood was spilled on Calvary
    Upon Galgotha's hill
    His fate he knew was death
    One he accepted by his own will

    He laid down his life
    With you and I on his heart
    He laid it all on that hill
    He more than done his part

    All he asks of us
    Can't touch what he's done
    Our Father God in heaven
    Gave his only begotten son

    He became as a man
    And felt all our pain
    That day the blood ran down
    And washed away the stains

    We are here but a little while
    Our souls only passing through
    He gave his life so we could live
    He died for me and you

    This worlds not my home
    Mine awaits on the other side
    From here to eternity
    The reason my Jesus died

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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