oh, what a savior! oh, what a friend!
The stirring in my soul
Comes from the greatest story ever told;
It begins in a manger,
It begins with a mere stranger;
That offered His life in my place;
It all makes tears run down my face.
It makes my life down here seem so small;
I can hardly grasp the power of it all!
How a king could bow so low;
And care about me from head to toe.
How rusty nails and spears in His side
Didn't make Him give up, or His face to hide.
Ten thousand angels stood at His beaconing call;
Ready to do the task at hand; ready to take the fall.
Yet in agony, with sweat and blood He hung in shame;
Pleading before the Father for my salvation; calling out my name.
Naming me as a benefactor to all Heaven's best;
Naming me as a child of His very own, not a mere visitor or guest.
He gave His all that I may live free and above sin;
Giving me the assurance that I will always win!
Win, over every circumstances, every disease, every trial;
And the privilege to walk hand in hand with Him through each mile.
Oh, what a Savior!! Oh, what a friend!
Never leaving, never forsaking, unto the very end!
Joy Marie Parker