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blessed am I
that you'd suffer and die
your sweet hands offered love as they bled
for the price that you paid
on that fateful day
should have been me instead
how I wish I could touch
the face that gave so much
take away all the shame and the scorn
all the bruises and blood
the nails and the mud
and your crown of victory; thorns
battered and hung,
on the day grace begun
your sacrifice set the world free
risen again
a new spirit within
your resurrection made new life for me
glory redeemed
hopeless, it at first seemed
on that day you were unjustly tried
now joy is renewed
for what can I not do
when I have your spirit inside
savior and friend
beginning and end
my tears fall like rain as I kneel
blessed am I
that you'd suffer and die
for by those same wounds, I am healed
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