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tessa-3
tessa-3
Most people want to be found, I want to be lost. Lost in a dream, in a dream created for me.
Christ the living saviour Once died upon the cross He willingly gave his life For men like us , Lost He was tortured , beaten, mocked Then nailed upon the tree This great pain he endured For men like you and me Upon the cross he hung A spear ****** into his side Father please forgive them Are words our saviour cried A crown of painful thorns Was pressed upon his head His blood flowed down his body Till the saviour at last was dead A thief hung on his left A thief hung on his right When Christ gave up the ghost The day was turned to night Placed into a borrowed tomb His body laid as if it were froze Then just as he had promised On the third day he arose With victory over death He came forth from the grave With victory over death That men through faith in him be saved He showed himself to many Then to heaven he did ascend An angel said to those present This same Christ you shall see again To the earth he shall return The words written they are true Christ he is coming back For men like me and you
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
Christ Lives