His blood was shed O how I weep
that my tears could wash the masters feet
to repay the debt his blood has atoned
A dept he paid with flesh and bone
what worth have I to compensate
the suffernings of Chirst on that day
If I could take a measure of toil
from this divine beings weight that he bore
For his blood was shed upon this land
the weight of the world on his nail scared hands
A river of live flowed into all who fear
from the painful pierce in the side with the spear Father,I pray for wisdom to understand the
love you knew as those nails pierced your hands
I pray through my shame Praising you for the use of your name by which transcends an abundance of grace And allows me to access to Gods very face
Written By David Clay Holyfield
