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Oh Lord, My Redeemer


Christ's Love by Del Parson

Oh Lord, My Redeemer
by Jeff Goodrich
And the Roman soldiers laughed
When they saw their pris'ner stumble
He did not revile them back.
And wondering, I asked,
"Who was this man so humble?"

And a woman at my side
Choked on her reply.
Though she struggled not to weep,
The tears poured down her cheek,
Her heart breaking as she cried:

"Oh Lord, my Redeemer,
Thou has done so much for me!
Oh Lord, my Redeemer.
All my love I give to Thee!"


And the crowd went pushing on.
I felt compelled to follow.
I knew that they were wrong
How they mocked Him all along.
Suddenly my heart felt hollow.

For they nailed Him to a tree
On a hill called Calvary.
While I stood there filled with wonder,
The heavens roared with thunder,
And again I heard this plea:

"Oh Lord, my Redeemer,
Thou has done so much for me!
Oh Lord, my Redeemer.
All my love I give to Thee!"


I could not forget His face
As I wandered from that place.
With the questions ever burning
I put myself to learning,
And each answer came with grace.

And I knelt in earnest prayer.
His memory still there
And the more that I'd inquire,
The hotter burned the fire.
I found joy beyond compare.

And the day turned into three.
Morning found me in a garden
Where the gentle April breeze
Returned me to my knees,
Pleading for a pardon.

And I can't say when or why
I opened up my eyes
But His feet were there before me,
His hands were open o'er me,
And His face I recognized.

"Oh Lord, my Redeemer,
Thou has done so much for me!
Oh Lord, my Redeemer.
All my love I give to Thee!"



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