April 2005
With every pound of every nail
you have been made free.
With every drop of blood that was shed
you have been brought close to me.
With all the feelings of that pain,
I’m aquainted with your griefs.
For the agony I endured on the tree,
does it make you believe in me?
Because there’s hope beyone suffering,
Hope because you’ll believe,
will you walk through the open door I provide,
because you have been made free?
*LG
