Life
can be a bit of a pain
Sometimes
even drive you insane
But
if I may be so bold
I’ll
tell of a story that is so old.
In this
story you see a plot unfold
Of one
who had no silver or gold
Of
one who suffered to set you free
Of
one they hung upon a tree.
He
did no wrong, he had no fault
But
the rowdy crowd they did not halt
How
could they do this terrible deed?
By
all rights he should have been freed.
Then
I noticed the hand that held
The
hammer that drove the rusty nail.
Undeniably
familiar, the hand was mine
How,
oh How could I have been so blind.
To
the devil, my soul, I had sold
To
God I turned a shoulder cold
But
the day I reached my ropes end
That’s
the day I needed a special friend.
No
longer them, but it was I
This
is why he had to die
While
I was digging a deep, deep delf
He died
to save me from myself.
He
set the bar, He pointed the way
He
changed the world on that third day
He
is my savior, so I am told
He
is my hero whom I extol.
I’ve
been blessed, this I know
When
I consider my tad of woe
So
I can stand my pain so small
Because
He showed us one and all.
To
Him I turn when my back’s to the wall
He
is the one who’s ten feet tall
He
picks me up when I fall
He
is my Lord, my all in all.
Amen
