Sunday, April 5, 2015

My Savior

Under the sun his sweat
Co-mingles with blood
Pours from his wrists
Pain building 
Grows like a flood
Stings the pain 
From the sweat 
In the wounds
Burning reminders
That I am the reason
He hangs on that tree
I am the reason
He hangs there for me
The most perfect lamb
Offered up to die
Forgiveness comes
With blood
Of the lamb
And I am the one
I am the one
Who caused my lord
To be hung there
All the lies and sins
All my deeds
With his blood
Come undone