Christianity · Jesus · Love

Because of me you died

That’s my cross you’re bearing,
That’s my crown you’re wearing,
Those are my nails in your sweet hands. Son of God. Perfect lamb.
That’s my tear you’re crying,
That’s my last breath you’re sighing,
How did it come to be that you would hang on my tree?
This is your victory I’m living, this is the hope you’re giving, all because my tomb is missing the body of the king.
This is your kingdom I see coming, it is to you I come running. Amazing grace has found me in this place resounding, Haleluah.

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