I love to boast
In the cross that saved me
That purchased my ransom
That paid the price
And in his suffering
There on the crimson tree
Everything that I enjoy
Was freely given to me
I died with Christ
It was my corpse
Raised as a new creation
Raised into new life
It was all obtained at the cross
He took what I deserved
Now awaken to the truth
Alive to all his grace.
In god's glory we all bask
ReplyDeleteI've just started re-reading some of Chesterton's poetry, and it really strikes me as I read yours, how many wonderfully different ways there are to observe the central Truth.
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