Sunday, April 14, 2019

There is a Mountain I Cannot Climb on My Own

The cross was used for

Sin and shame.

It was an awful,

Sight to see.

Then You came, Lord,

And made it beautiful for me.

Your cross tells a story,

One of redemption,

Because You died for me.

I am forgiven,

Your light lives in me,

You are mine Lord,

Lord of all.

My chains are broken,

Because came to set me free.

There is a mountain,

I cannot climb.

Without Your strength, Lord,

Without Your love,

I am too weak to climb.

You gave Your life, Lord,

You washed me white.

You are with me,

So I can climb.

To the top Lord,

Together we will climb.

At the top, Lord,

I'll shout Your Name,

For You, Lord,

Are my living hope.

Jesus Christ,

Is my living hope.

 

 

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