Can you imagine the weight of all the sorrows From our yesterdays and all our tomorrows All the stripes that belonged to all of us Would be laid upon Jesus as He bore our curse The wounds that tore His Body apart Belonged to us, right from the start His humiliation as He hung naked upon the tree Was ours, it belonged to you and to me And the nails that pierced His holy hands Surely belonged to us, as justice would demand A crown of thorns battered into His head Pierced the glory and was taken in our stead A spear in His side and nails in His feet Brought victory in Jesus as opposed to defeat The victory was His and He gave it to us When glory came down from up above.
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When glory came down.
Posted by appolus on August 13, 2023
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A Call To The Remnant 