What Love Did
Raw and bleeding
Interceding
You hung on that cross
Gently dying
Disciples crying
Feeling painful loss
Victoriously rising
So surprising
Disciples filled with joy
But the leaving
Disciples grieving
Waiting Your employ
The Helper came
In Your name
May I hear Him clearly
My hands I raise
In thanks and praise
Yes, I love You dearly.
You’re the glory
In my story.
I’m just a conduit
Let Your message be heard
Through Your Word
May others turn to it.
For what You’ve done
Through Your Son
I thank You with all my
heart
You are forgiving
And now I am living
For Your service set apart
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