Christ died for fallen Man.
He wore a crown of thorns,
Nails driven through His hands.
Christ willingly endured it,
To death He chose to go.
He broke His body for us,
Shed blood to make us whole.
Nothing can I boast in,
My life is scarred with sin.
My works are filthy rags,
No merit can I bring.
Yet mercy filled Christ's heart,
Love took Him to the tree.
It's grace alone that saves me;
Christ's blood that sets me free.
So if I am boasting,
I'll speak of my disgrace.
For my weak self displays,
The power of God's grace.
Christ's Spirit works within me,
In weakness He is strong.
So I look to my Saviour,
To safely bring me home.
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