This present is not just for me
It is for you.
You think others need this grace
And they truly do,
But so often you have to think about you.
This gift is sent from above
Down on earth, here to dwell,
To redeem sinners sent to hell.
Christ was set on Calvary,
Nailed to a cross on a tree.
There He shed blood and paid the price
He did this and never thought twice.
Accused yet without blemish,
Beaten yet no wrong committed,
Mocked and stripped naked and still . . .
What sin lies in Him?
“Finished!” the victory cry was heard.
Death seemed to triumph over all
For Christ the Lamb has died
Who will deliver all?
Those three darkest days
Never seemed to pass,
But wait,
He has risen at last!
Christ my Savior triumphed over death!
Death is now dead
And life is now mine to live!
For my Savior came to save
And the grave can’t shut Him up!
Now I live eternally
For this precious gift has set me free.