The sinless, spotless Lamb of God
Stood humbly in my place
They mocked, scorned, and ridiculed
He was shamed and disgraced
They plait a crown of thorns
Placed it on my Savor's brow
Blood ran down his face
Still he stood in my place
The mob cried the more
Crucify Him!, this man called Christ
They could not see
He stood to give us life
I was in that crowd that day
Not in person, but in my sin
For he looked down through the ages
Saw the condition I was in
He died on the cross that day
My Redeemer, loving me
He chose to be my substitute
He died to set me free
PRAISE HIS NAME!
Oh. PRAISE HIS NAME!
In three days he rose again!
PRAISE HIS NAME!
Oh, PRAISE HIS NAME!
He lives forevermore!
©written in Jesus name: Mrs. Geraldine Rose 3/24/02
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