| It's All About Jesus |
| Beachpoet |
| Oh, Jesus, it's all about you. You lay in your mother's arms And felt her tears As she pondered--- You were born to die. God stepped out of the picture, Introduced us to the Word Who came in the form of man To show us the Father's love. Oh Jesus, it's all about you. You laid your arms open wide And felt each sin driven in. Your heart broke and bled As I looked the other way. When at last the tugging of my heart Brought me to my knees, I could not look You in the eyes. You held out Your hand and took mine. Oh Jesus, it's all about you. . . and me. |
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