God alone
Sits on the throne
To Him alone we kneel,
Despite our sin
He enters in
To make the shadows real.
Our weakened flesh
This tattered mesh
This ever sinking ship,
Is raised from waters
Dark and deep,
Pried from death's iron
grip.
Despite our crime
Yes, yours and mine
He came to pay the price,
Leaving Heaven
Leaving all
To be the sacrifice.
The blood of Jesus
Works to free us
From the weight of sin,
His life now ours
No prison bars
A new story to begin.
By. Jonathan Schaefer
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