Freedom's Gift

Have you fought a bitter battle?
Dreams lay trampled on the ground
Is the enemy the victor
Of the spoils that you once owned?
Do you stand, head bowed, defeated
Suffering in tears your loss?
Lift your eyes to Hope completed
Behold the Man upon the cross

Are the roses in your garden
Tattered fragments of the past?
There’s a perfect Rose of Sharon
Offering healing that will last
Are you forsaken, wounded, bleeding
Weeping for a hopeless cause?
There’s a Source for all you’re needing
Behold the Man upon the cross

Behold the man with crimson pouring
From His side, His hands, His feet
Behold the throngs which pass, ignoring
He, who gives us Life complete
Behold the Man, the King of kings
We shall never suffer loss
Because of Life salvation brings
Behold the Man upon the cross

Look down behold within your own hand
A deadly, wretched, bloody sword
Look up, behold the One that you’ve slain
Look up, behold the Lord of Lords
Look up, behold this glorious offering
Freedom’s gift to all of us
Perfect love and grace proffering
Behold the man upon the cross.

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Janet Martin

Behold the Lamb of God which takes away
the sins of the world. John 1:29