I don’t see how you see
So great a love in me,
To die knowing full well my faithless ways.
Can a harlot receive
Gifts greater than belief?
I’ve so little to return but my praise.
More evil men than I
Do not deserve to die
In all ways alone, death the bloody price,
Or maybe that is why
My Jesus had to die:
Man’s lethal need for such a sacrifice.
-Austin Ward
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