Christ Is Mine

A hymn I wrote Sunday morning after devotions about the death and resurrection of Christ. Also, what he means to me, and the commands he gave us.

To be the same,
To bear the sign,
From sin to be set free,
To hold the claim,
That Christ is mine,
It seems too good for me.

He gave his life,
And died the death,
When nailed at Calvary,
Suffering strife,
With moaning breath,
“Hast thou forsaken me?”

Barbed thorns tore him,
And nails scarred flesh,
You see them in his hands,
Through tortures grim,
He was made fresh,
And walked upon this land.

Risen and asked,
By friends of old,
Art thou a stranger here,
He gave them tasks,
Handed them hold,
Of the Word we love dear.

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