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Arial
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By aka Arial
Redemption
O lonely cross on the hill,
one nailed to it bleeding and dying.
One called the Son of God, Son of man.
Spit upon and mocked by man, a mother mourning.
Facing God's justice against my sins
as though He were me.
The cry that should be mine
coming from His lips.
"My God, My God, why have your forsaken me?"
Three days, three nights in the darkness of the tomb.
Then His perfect righteousness breaks the bonds,
He rises from the grave.
O glorious sunrise, the light of life dawning.
Those chains that bind me, could not hold Him.
Sin and death defeated.
My King, my King, stands victorious on the hill.
There came a moment when, in power and in glory
He reached down and pulled me from the mire.
He sees me sitting in the darkness and no way of escape,
Brings me into the light.
He roars, this Lion of Judah, in strength and might,
Yet gently calls me, Shepherd with staff and rod.
I hear His voice and follow Him; He wraps me in His robes of righteousness.
He marks me with His seal, "This one is mine."
It must be that He loves me
with perfect unchanging love.
It must be that He delights in me.
How can this be?
How can this be?
But in His garden, I will dwell,
in freedom and in peace.
Forever I will love and worship Him,
My God, my King, my Savior.
Redemption
O lonely cross on the hill,
one nailed to it bleeding and dying.
One called the Son of God, Son of man.
Spit upon and mocked by man, a mother mourning.
Facing God's justice against my sins
as though He were me.
The cry that should be mine
coming from His lips.
"My God, My God, why have your forsaken me?"
Three days, three nights in the darkness of the tomb.
Then His perfect righteousness breaks the bonds,
He rises from the grave.
O glorious sunrise, the light of life dawning.
Those chains that bind me, could not hold Him.
Sin and death defeated.
My King, my King, stands victorious on the hill.
There came a moment when, in power and in glory
He reached down and pulled me from the mire.
He sees me sitting in the darkness and no way of escape,
Brings me into the light.
He roars, this Lion of Judah, in strength and might,
Yet gently calls me, Shepherd with staff and rod.
I hear His voice and follow Him; He wraps me in His robes of righteousness.
He marks me with His seal, "This one is mine."
It must be that He loves me
with perfect unchanging love.
It must be that He delights in me.
How can this be?
How can this be?
But in His garden, I will dwell,
in freedom and in peace.
Forever I will love and worship Him,
My God, my King, my Savior.