That I Might Be Redeemed

That I Might Be Redeemed

They placed a crown of thorns upon Your brow
As that precious Blood ran down.
You were despised and rejected
yet You opened not Your mouth.
Your flesh was tore wide open
As they placed stripes upon Your back.
Still with loving eyes You forgave each one
As the nails pierced Your hands.

Thank You for the Blood You shed,
And for the thorns upon Your head,
The Blood that ran a crimson red
To wash me white as snow.
Thank You for Mount Calvary
And for that cruel ol' rugged tree,
The agony You bore for me
That I might be redeemed
That I might be redeemed

On a cross You hung there dying
In agony and pain
You were innocent, I was guilty
Yet You bore my sin and shame
So unworthy, yet You loved me
Forgiving every sin
With Your Blood You washed and cleansed me
There's no greater love than this.

Thank You for the Blood You shed,
And for the thorns upon Your head,
The Blood that ran a crimson red
To wash me white as snow.
Thank You for Mount Calvary
And for that cruel ol' rugged tree,
The agony You bore for me
That I might be redeemed
That I might be redeemed

©️ 4-15-17 Deonna Wadsworth

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