JESUS Died for Me . . .
It was HIS blood which set me free; yes, JESUS died for me.
HIS grace by faith forgave my sin, in HIM, I do believe.
If I were the only one to have faith and believe,
HE would have done the very same, to save a wretch like me.
Because of love HE bled and died, on the third day rose to life,
I’m seen by HIM redeemable; of worth, a valued prize.
HE died for me, it’s HIM and I, who walk this journey thru,
call out to HIM I’m sure that HE will do the same for you.
He died for you the same as I, HIS children of the light,
HE’S never letting go of you, on HIM you can rely.
You know? HE’S coming back real soon, a groom to take HIS bride,
let’s praise the ONE who died for us; who came again to life.
HE loves me more than I could know, or ever understand;
no one could love me more than HE; as I hold HIS loving hand.
I thought myself of little worth until HE set me free;
The AUTHOR of my journey, commands my destiny.
Yes, JESUS died and rose again and HE’S coming back, to take HIS family home,
hold on to the promise that; we will never be alone.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD 
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