Thursday, July 26, 2012
At God's perfect timing,
Christ died for fallen man
He wore a crown of thorns,
nails driven through His hands
Christ willingly endured it
To death He chose to go
He broke His body for us,
shed blood to make us whole
Nothing can i boast in,
my life is scarred with sin,
My works are filthy rags,
no merit can i bring!
Yet mercy filled Christ's heart,
Love took Him to the tree
It's grace alone which saves me
Christ's blood that sets me free.
So if i am to boast,
I'll speak of my disgrace.
For my weak self displays
the power of God's grace!
Christ's spirit works within me
In weakness He is strong
So i look to my Saviour
to safely bring me home (:
avoid the aliens;
12:27 AM
