In love, through love man’s sure to win
In love’s fair hand we’ll stand
Because in love Christ bore the sin
His Father’s love had planned
My Lord my God what grace I’m shown
Walking an extra mile
When ice colds winds in life have blown
You’ve given grace to smile
How oft in life I would conceal
Such filth for which You’d grieve
Through righteous Light would You reveal
My fretting soul to relieve
To die my God upon the tree
So I’d not live in vain
You demonstrated love to me
Suffering so much pain
I thank You Lord for saving me
And setting my heart ablaze
You died my God that I would see
The error of my ways
Love can be odd even bizarre
To show You had to die
How wonderful in truth You are
How foolish Lord am I
I’m blessed so blessed within my heart
According to Your plan
This shameful child You set apart
To grow into a man
A man my God a righteous soul
A servant of my King
You raised me up You made whole
This victory song to sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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