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The Price Paid to Free Me
by Marijo Phelps You didn't know me then, you didn't know me when Your sin seemed fun, for a season Then you began crying, dying, still defying Choosing darkness without reason Yet I knew you at Calvary When I died upon that hill You'd have need for a Savior And you need me still You thudded to the bottom Looking up, eyes opened wide You had crashed ever down To the place you couldn't hide In you was a God shaped void You shoved all things in but me Not seeing the gift I died to give Cruel-cross death upon that tree I wept that you fell oh, so far But rejoiced when you could see All along that emptiness Could be filled only by me Soon it was in perfect time Your dulled eyes opened to see Jesus really paid your price That debt to set you free And now that God shaped void Is filled to overflowing, You, completed child righteously restored Now growing in your knowing Of how God came down Facing torture on Calvary's tree He loved so much, left so much Sacrificed all to set you free. My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |