Lord I can hardly see
For Thy streams of blood
But I recognize Your Deity
Truly Thou art God
Forgiveness in full measure
From Your very lips
Even for Your enemies Lord
What wondrous love is this
Raised You were in splendor
Crowneth fast with thorns
Your beard plucked upon Your face
Offered vinegar in scorn
More wretched was not any man
Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief
Who could look upon such a One
And remain in unbelief
Unrecognizable Saviour
Unless drawn by the Father
But when the Spirit quickens
We search not for another
Thou hast all power been given
All power in heaven and earth
The power of God unto Salvation is
The preaching of Christs' new birth!
Copyright April 19, 12:30 a.m.
Gary James Smith
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