To reach us where we are ....
That is why He died
and
bears the scars
and
bears the scars
He took those nails .. for you and me ..
That my friend was Victory
It may have looked .. like death .. to many there
Who stood .. in shock .. and could only stare
As tears .. rolled down .. their face
They did not know .. He was already .. in another place
His Father .. made a way .. for Him
His only son .. to him .. he gave
The keys to death .. and the grave
In three days .. that stone did roll
That is how .. I know .. this story told
The Price of Freedom .. that was paid .. for you and me ...
Will you receive your Victory
That my friend was Victory
It may have looked .. like death .. to many there
Who stood .. in shock .. and could only stare
As tears .. rolled down .. their face
They did not know .. He was already .. in another place
His Father .. made a way .. for Him
His only son .. to him .. he gave
The keys to death .. and the grave
In three days .. that stone did roll
That is how .. I know .. this story told
The Price of Freedom .. that was paid .. for you and me ...
Will you receive your Victory
Note: Pictures from our trip to The Holy Land expedition in Orlando Florida 4-12-2008
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