A Price I Could Never Pay
24 Apr 2011 Leave a Comment
Praise to the One who’s been here and He’s gone.
But, He’s never too far away.
Praise to the One who sent His own son.
Oh, what a price He paid.
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To the cross, to the cross, to the cross they led Him.
To die, a death, of shame.
This is the God of Heaven descending.
Breeching the span sin wrought by attempting,
To pull us away from the perfect plan.
To trap us behind sin’s mighty gap.
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But, He came, and He died, and the very sky cried.
He was pierced, He was bruised, but He never did cry-
To the One who gave Him, gave Him away-
To be put to death and enter the grave.
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Hell tried to make Him dust in the wind.
A body as cold as stone.
But He had a plan only He could understand-
A way for Him to bring us home.
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So, to Hell he went, and yet came away.
With His love- overcame- death’s ugly grave.
The stone was rolled away.
Love triumphed that day-
When our Saviour came back, came back from the grave.
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Now the cross, that was a tool-
Of death and pain-
We wear ’round our necks as a way to say-
Hell could not hold Him-
Or demons behold Him-
Without fleeing the light of His love.
He conquered all, when He gave it all-
A price I could never pay.
