I look beyond, the empty cross
Forgetting what my life has cost
The nail scared hands, the crimson stains
The ruptured heart desertion claimed
It was for me, I am to blame
I caused the suffering and the pain
I put Him there, upon that tree
No greater cost to die for me
For grace and pride, they war within
This love of self is not my friend
Once rid of all, His love remains
My life to lose His life to gain
A vessel now, how clear I see
A slave of His forever be
Oh Lord, my Lord, You are my God
Hold now my hand as home I trod
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