Friday, April 18, 2014

The Price Paid to Free Me

You didn't know me then, you didn't know me when

Your sin seemed fun, for a season

Then you began crying, dying, still defying

Choosing darkness without reason


Yet I knew you at Calvary

When I died upon that hill

You'd have a need for a Savior

And you need me still


You thudded to the bottom

Looked up, eyes open wide

You had crashed ever down

To the place you couldn't hide


In you, was a God-shaped void

You shoved all things in but Me

Not seeing the gift I died to give

Cruel-cross death on that tree


I wept that you fell, oh, so far

But rejoiced when you could see

All along that emptiness

Could only be filled by Me


Soon it was in perfect time

Your dulled eyes opened to see

Jesus really paid your price

That debt, to set you free


And now that God-shaped void

Was filled to overflowing,

You, completed child, righteously restored 

Now growing in your knowing


Of how God came down

Facing torture on Calvary's tree

He loved so much, left so much

Sacrificed all to set you free.

(C) Marijo Phelps all rights recerved

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