The Cross
I came to the Savour
One Sunday afternoon
As I listened to his music
It was such a lovely tune
I herd the words of the singer
As tears came to my eyes
I was filled with emotion
When I herd how Jesus died
The cross it was so painful
And they treated him so bad
He was the son of God
And he didn't even get mad
The Father let it happen
Like a lamb he was slain
He took all our sins
And he took all our pain
He went to the cross
No crime had he done
But he went there in love
Because he was the Fathers Son
I felt so guilty I felt so ashamed
I fell to my knees
And called out his name
How could he love me
And take all my shame
But praise God he did
And he arose again
Now I am saved
And washed in his blood
Ready for heaven
To live with him in love
Each day the sun shines brighter
And my cares are lighter to
I know if you trust him
He will be there for you
Praise God its true
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