As he did what he did,
That he did which shouldn’t have been done,
Done for my helpless misdeeds
Misdeeds which I couldn’t undo
Left unpaid
Where paid by one who did not do it
In Christ my misdeeds were undone
In Christ my misdeeds have been undone
And still being undone
I flashback at the memories
He loved me even when I despised him
Like all the others did, daily I spit on him
The crown of thorns piercing each tissue
As my un-cleansed lips lisp words unclean,
to mortals just like me,
mortals he loves so much just like me
Daily, I return to that Cross
Where my sins are washed and forgotten
In Christ I am new
In Christ I am great
In Christ a new creature, a Christian
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