When it’s all over
And all said and done
Was it for you that you did it
Or God’s only begotten Son
Did you lay your treasures down here below
Or store them in heaven as you were told
For where your treasure is
There will your heart be also
We were bought by His blood
For He paid the price
He hung on that cross as our sacrifice
The pain He endured
Was more than anyone could bare
For the sins of the world
Were upon Him as He hung there
His crown was of thorns
His blood was shed
When He said, “It is finished”
And bowed His head
Not a bone was broken
So they pierced His side
That the scripture would be fulfilled
The day Jesus died
So when it was all over
And all said and done
It was for us that he did it
GOD’S ONLY BEGOTTEN SON
2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Blood's Grace
Blood's Grace
The flowing blood turned into Grace
Covering the existence of the human race
The atonement of Jesus
For all who's lost
Reconciliation of God to man
The perfect sacrifice
When the blood ran
Saving our souls from sin and death
Salvation came and stood the test
Worthy above all
Yet He walked among men
And suffered greatly at their hands
The love He showed for mankind
Was the greatest of Love
As He hung there, dieing
The Lamb of God that was slain
Without spot or blemish
Yet He bared the pain
By His grace we are saved
On the cross was the price He paid
He conquered death an the bowels of hell
Claiming the keys
When the blood flowed around those nails
And in Him, I'll put my faith
Am standing upon Blood's Grace
2009 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://icandoranch.webs.com/
The flowing blood turned into Grace
Covering the existence of the human race
The atonement of Jesus
For all who's lost
Reconciliation of God to man
The perfect sacrifice
When the blood ran
Saving our souls from sin and death
Salvation came and stood the test
Worthy above all
Yet He walked among men
And suffered greatly at their hands
The love He showed for mankind
Was the greatest of Love
As He hung there, dieing
The Lamb of God that was slain
Without spot or blemish
Yet He bared the pain
By His grace we are saved
On the cross was the price He paid
He conquered death an the bowels of hell
Claiming the keys
When the blood flowed around those nails
And in Him, I'll put my faith
Am standing upon Blood's Grace
2009 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://icandoranch.webs.com/
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