We have come into this world
But a stranger in a foreign land
Only borrowing all his mercy
God gives with an open hand
His blood was spilled on Calvary
Upon Galgotha's hill
His fate he knew was death
One he accepted by his own will
He laid down his life
With you and I on his heart
He laid it all on that hill
He more than done his part
All he asks of us
Can't touch what he's done
Our Father God in heaven
Gave his only begotten son
He became as a man
And felt all our pain
That day the blood ran down
And washed away the stains
We are here but a little while
Our souls only passing through
He gave his life so we could live
He died for me and you
This worlds not my home
Mine awaits on the other side
From here to eternity
The reason my Jesus died
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully penned. Great!