Poetry

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He did it for me, He did it for me.
He purchased my redemption, on Calvary'd tree.
He shed His Life's blood, so all men might be free.
And when He did it, He did it for me.

He spoke the word, and it came into being.
He looked and saw how good everything seemed.
He made everything beautiful, in His own time.
And when He did it He had me in mind.

He has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand.
He stretched out the heavens like a tent to dwell in.
No one has ever understood His mind.
But He was thinking of me all the time.

He came down from heaven to dwell among us.
He died on the cross, that none would be lost.
He did this that I from sin would be free.
Just imagine, He did this for me.

He arose again on the third day.
The price for my sin, was finally paid.
He is seated at the Father's right hand you see.
Up there where he is waiting for me.

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