~ He Died For Me ~
What would I do without Jesus?
I would not want to try
He is my very dearest friend
He took my place and died
My destiny was death
Without hope, 'just lost'
Until He took my place
Upon that rugged cross
How can I ever thank Him?
Words fail me when I try
I was so unworthy of it
But still He chose to die
That I would have the freedom
To choose what I would do
So I come to Him repenting
Asking Him, my soul to renew
Betty Hill ©2005
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