Wednesday, September 13, 2006

When I remember ....

" When I remember what You've done.
When I remember the shedding of Your Blood.
I can't help but worship You,
For what You have done.

Do you feel the crown of thorns?
The garment that was torn?
To grasp the angry soldier's spear
That made the blood and water part.

To touch the wood one time.
Pick up the faithful spike.
We can't hold these pieces in our hands.
We can hold them in our hearts. "



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