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 was whipped
His flesh they ripped
His pain
my gain
His life did give
That I might live
On the cross He died
His mother cried
In a tomb He lay
but rose the third day
All that did leave
I must believe
He is my Savior
explains my behavior
Now I live too
How about you?
Wayne Lance – That’s Good News to Share!