He gave Himself

 

 

His body was broken, His blood was shed

To give new us new life - yes, we, who were dead -

In our sins we were hopeless there was no way out

Our fate had been sealed then He made us a route

 

He laid down His life as our path to God

He gave Himself freely - came and traveled earth's sod -

He offered His sinlessness in place of our sin

He shed His own blood that our vict'ry He'd win

 

His hand was not forced - His life was not taken

When they came to take Him He was not shaken

He had planned His death, the offering was willing

He yielded, He gave, though they thought they were killing

 

None could kill God if He had not willed it

He said building is vain if He does not build it

So though men and devils would have taken His life

And thought they had done so and won in their strife

 

Yet truly they lost and the vict'ry was handed

To the One that they in their hatred had branded

With the scars of the whip, the thorns, spikes, and spear

The One that in Love had shed every tear

 

He gave Himself a ransom for all

That man could and would on His name freely call.

 

~

 

Joshua Lancaster