HE PAID THE PRICE

I wish I could stand on the rooftop and sing,

Aloud of the love of my Savior and King,

He gives me His Spirit who helps me to pray,

And gently rebukes me when I go astray.

Just like His friends on the road to Emmaus,

He touches my soul and my spirit is roused,

I feast at the table that Jesus has spread,

And recognize God in the breaking of Bread.

He speaks through the pages of His Holy Word,

My soul must be still so He can be heard,

He purchased a Kingdom for me at great price,

My life Jesus ransomed through His sacrifice.

They scourged His dear body, His blood was all spent,

The flesh of my Savior was cruelly rent,

They flailed Him and nailed Him aloft on a tree,

My life He redeemed on Mt. Calvary.

The blood and the water that flowed from His side,

Preserves and sustains the Church, His dear bride,

The Father, the Son and the Spirit unite

To graft me into the Body of Christ.

Myra D’Souza / 4th June 2009