Guilt was erased from us that day,
by Godís grace, it was cast and shed.
For the thorns of our unrighteous sins,
were crowned around His perfect head.
Our vile sins were then scourged,
and flogged deep into His chest.
He became our only true justification,
the price He paid, was for our eternal rest.
Bankrupt lives, on top of faithful shoulders,
our faults and unbelief, He had to bare.
The burden of each of our transgressions,
on the cross He had to wear.
Our hopelessness was sealed and nailed,
then hung upon that wooden bar.
Spikes driven into His hands and feet,
the Lamb of God, our wayward scar.
The debt of our blame and condemnation,
was plunged deep into His loving side.
Piercing through to heavenís gate,
in preparation to receive its bride.
Our rebellious, wicked, evil ways,
caught up to Him, that cold dark day.
When at last it was finally over,
Grace became for us, the only way.
Free, unmerited, not deserving favor,
granted by God's grace, and grace alone.
His work up on the cross that day,
Prepared us for His mighty throne.
Oh, that glorious wonderful day,
when Christ died and saved us all.
He indeed, paid the price in full,
and yet the wicked, must still fall.
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