Though I am stubborn, sinful, weak and small,
And my Lord is power, strength, perfect one,
He still loves me the same, above it all,
In love he paid my ransom through his Son.
How could I after seeing his beauty,
Elsewhere seek to find worth in anything?
For his sacrifice has broken me free
With my new heart, and new hope I now sing:
“Who the Son has set free, is free indeed!
Yes I was once chained to a life of sin,
Yes I was once guilty, full of pride, greed,
Playing Satan’s game, for he was my King.”
But now, with Christ I have been crucified
I no longer live, that Christ may abide.
A Christian poem by: Chris McLean ~ July 30, 2011