My cross…His loss
He knew…what He must do
In the garden He prayed…for me He stayed
For me He was faithful…though I wasn’t grateful
For my healing He was whipped…His flesh they ripped
His pain… my gain
His life He did give…That I might live
On the cross He died…His mother cried
In a tomb He lay…but rose the third day
Now it’s up to me…I must believe
He is my Savior…that explains my behavior
Now I live too…how about you?
Wayne Lance – That’s Good News to Share!