His heart was broken, mine was mended He became sin now I am clean The cross He carried bore my burden The nails that held Him set me free His life for mine, His life for mine How could it ever be that He would die God's Son would die to save a wretch like me What love divine He gave His life for mine His scars of suffering brought me healing He spilled His blood to fill my soul His crown of thorns made me royalty His sorrow gave me joy untold He was despised and rejected Stripped of His garment and oppressed I am loved and accepted And I wear a robe of righteousnessАжарлы Киелі кітап менің қолымда Yuhanna 15:5, 7-8 羊啊羊那么多的羊 Все Небо радіє Mari Kawan-kawan, Nyanyi Gembira أمامك أيها المصلوب yswʿ yạ mạlk ʿmry لما يسوع بيكون موجود في حياة Men Kalomga ishonaman I Feel Like Traveling On
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