The Cross

His nail scarred hands warmed this heart of stone
Brick by brick, He brought it down;
Until all the walls I had built came humbly to the ground.

Fearfully I huddled beneath the cold of my fortress
But His nail scarred hands gently brought me to His strong fortress.

The Lord, my strong tower,
Freed me from the coldness and cleansed my wounds in living water.

Bathed in new life and aflame with divine purpose;
His nail scarred hands healed what I thought would always be broken.

He said, "My dear, come near and see.
These hands, these scars; they are the remedy."
The blood was paid on the cross that day
Now boldly claim your freedom in that mighty name!
In Jesus name!

"My burden is light and my yoke is easy.
My message sings Freedom and my gospel is mighty!"

His nail scarred hands led me to the cross.
There as the earth trembled and the veil was torn;
I laid down my burdens and began life fresh and with new purpose.

The Lord is my strength with His strong arm.
He is the maker and ender of life.
He is my brick maker, my soul molder, and my breath giver.
He is my all in all.

On my knees, as I lay down all my dreams, I see a bright future full of hopeful possibilities.
As His nail scarred hands reach out for mine;
I grab hold of it with all my might.

I am clinging to His promises.
I am a child made new.
Bravely with faith, I take my first step into this new life.

This new life created from the blood of the lamb; spilt on that day.
Spilt to give me freedom in that mighty, mighty name!