The Same Man

Who knew my imperfections and looked past my pain
Who saw me in raw form when I had nothing to gain
Who breathe life into this form of clay
And showed life in a brand new way
Who knew me and called me out of my mother's womb
Oh yes, the same man who called Lazarus forth from the tomb
Who cheers for me and comforts me when life has dealt me a hard blow
Who speaks to the inner factors of my weary soul
Who drew me in with arms of grace
Oh yes, the same man who on the cross took my place
Who picked me up when I was beaten and bruised
Who healed my heart when it was abused
Who gave me joy when turmoil was around
Who kept my feet on solid ground
Who washed me thoroughly in His Word
And cleansed me in the afterbath of His Blood
Who laid His life down and became sin for me
Oh yes, the same man who allowed Blind Bartimaeus to see
He did it all for me, Oh what a price He paid
That with arms opened wide, the last breath He gave
And He complained not as He hung on that tree
I'm talking about the same man "Jesus" who died just for me



-Inspiration Creations by Cantrice-