| You did it all for Me by Mary Carter Mizrany |
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When I saw you sweating blood, In the Garden of Gethsemane, I thought, "If I'd been living then, I, too, Lord, asleep would be." In Pilate's hall, where accusations Fell upon your weary ears, My mind was all awhirl, sweet Lord; Joining your disciples' fears. With every lash of bloody stripes, My own story told, as well; Reminding of my guilt and shame With each cruel one that fell. The meanness of the raging crowd (Oh, the spittle 'pon your face) ... "Would I have spat upon you, Lord?" I have, in shame and such disgrace. I viewed the Cross your shattered back Was hatefully made to bear ... Heard my own voice scream, "crucify," As though, Lord, I was there ... Watched the dreaded crown of thorns, The soldier gleefully did apply Upon your regal head, dear Lord; Thought, but for Grace, 'twould have been I. Spikes driven into your hands and feet, The spear that stabbed your side, Brought sin's haunting mem'ries flooding me. Precious Lord, I can't abide. Not heavy stone or man could keep You in earth's dark tomb of sin. You rose from Death, Hell, and the Grave; Greatest Victory e'er to win. Now, I am safe and so secure; Knowing I live victoriously Because, sweet Lamb of God, Lord Jesus, You did it all for me !!! |
| © 2004 Mary Carter Mizrany |
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