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The Price Paid to Free Me
You didn’t know me then, you didn’t know me when
Your sin seemed fun, for a season
Then you began crying, dying, still defying
Choosing darkness without reason
Yet I knew you at Calvary
When I died upon that hill
You’d have need for a Savior
And you need me still
You thudded to the bottom
Looking up, eyes opened wide
You had crashed ever down
To the place you couldn’t hide
In you was a God shaped void
You shoved all things in but me
Not seeing the gift I died to give
Cruel-cross death upon that tree
I wept that you fell oh, so far
But rejoiced when you could see
All along that emptiness
Could be filled only by me
Soon it was in perfect time
Your dulled eyes opened to see
Jesus really paid your price
That debt to set you free
And now that God shaped void
Is filled to overflowing,
You, completed child, righteously restored
Now growing in your knowing
Of how God came down
Facing torture on Calvary’s tree
He loved so much, left so much
Sacrificed all to set you free.
(C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits.
Article submitted Thursday, January 13, 2011 & read 175 times.
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