CHRIST DIED FOR ME

used to have a problem with the phrase Christ died for me,
The words in certain songs rolled off my tongue so easily,
Oh I believed and I was grateful that the Lord had done His part,
Yet no matter how I tried, I didn’t feel it in my heart.

couldn’t comprehend what pain and agony He felt,
Perhaps I’d know if on that day I’d at Golgotha knelt,
Perhaps if I’d have been there, surely then I’d see
And feel within my heart just what Jesus did for me.

want more than empty phrases Lord, but I don’t know where to start,
To sing with thankful praises with a truly grateful heart,
Then I heard Good Friday’s story, From Christ’s Mother, Mary’s view,
I listened, and my heart ached as this message pierced me through.

ver held a new born baby, kept him safe and free from harm,
Seen his fingers wrap round tightly as you gently stroke his palm,
Then imagine Mother Mary, for she was there to see,
The tiny hand she once held being nailed to a tree.

nd as the nails pierced His feet and the thorns dug in His head,
Perhaps she recalled His first steps, the first words He ever said,
Yet there was someone else that day, hurting even more,
The most loving caring Father you and I will ever know.

e looked down and saw it all, I can scarcely take it in,
How God loved the world so much He gave His Son for our sin.
And still today He knocks and listens, all we have to do is call,
And in giving our life to Jesus, receive the most precious gift of all.


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