
I Thank Thee Lord
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
To take our sins and cleanse our souls
This world so sinful out of control
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
To walk with us and feel our pain
This world so lost so insane
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
To give us love beyond our dreams
He crowned the mountains walked the streams
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
He suffered at the hands of man
Speaking the words of our Master's plan
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Heart about to burst from being used
Beaten tortured blood flowing abused
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
A crown of thorns thrust in His head
Upon His soul ignorant soldiers tread
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Sinful evil betrayal wicked beings
Cast Him out among the thieve's
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
His Mother's heart wrenching with pain
Watching her Son beaten and chained
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Excruciatingly taking every step
As up to Calvary he had crept
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Drenched in blood from crown to feet
The evil watching devouring his sheep
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Atop the mountain no strength left
A cross he carried to meet his death
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Clothing stripped body flung to the ground
His red robe each soldier tossing around
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Lifted upon the cross arms open legs crossed
Hands feet with nails into them forced
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Forgive them Father they know not what they've done
Torturing flaying you're only begotten son
copywriter@2009
Aaronette Wagner Leahy
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
To take our sins and cleanse our souls
This world so sinful out of control
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
To walk with us and feel our pain
This world so lost so insane
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
To give us love beyond our dreams
He crowned the mountains walked the streams
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
He suffered at the hands of man
Speaking the words of our Master's plan
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Heart about to burst from being used
Beaten tortured blood flowing abused
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
A crown of thorns thrust in His head
Upon His soul ignorant soldiers tread
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Sinful evil betrayal wicked beings
Cast Him out among the thieve's
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
His Mother's heart wrenching with pain
Watching her Son beaten and chained
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Excruciatingly taking every step
As up to Calvary he had crept
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Drenched in blood from crown to feet
The evil watching devouring his sheep
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Atop the mountain no strength left
A cross he carried to meet his death
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Clothing stripped body flung to the ground
His red robe each soldier tossing around
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Lifted upon the cross arms open legs crossed
Hands feet with nails into them forced
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
For sending us your only Son
Forgive them Father they know not what they've done
Torturing flaying you're only begotten son
copywriter@2009
Aaronette Wagner Leahy
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