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[title] => Blessed Christ
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[bodytext] => I listen to a preacher speak of true love and grace He says he yearns to look upon Your face He yearns to stare deep into Your tender eyes And see the Light of the One who for him died Why Lord, Did You give a sinner what this good man desires? Why Lord, Did You set this blackened heart on fire? Who was I, when I stood in the crowd of the falling? Who was I, but yet another who'd not heard Your calling? Just a shadow, another sheep headed for the slaughter Yet You reached out to me and called me Your daughter Why Lord, Did You give this sinner what a good man desires? Why Lord, Did You set this blackened heart on fire? Blessed Christ, You came to me Taught me how to see And oh, how the scales fell from these eyes But I wasn't prepared For what I would see there You hung on my cross, with martyrs at Your side I fell to my knees; fell to the floor Didn't want to be a filthy sinner anymore There was shame in my heart, and I trembled with fear I wanted to run away, 'cos You were too pure to go near Why Lord, Did Your eyes pierce mine that fateful night? Why Lord, Were You willing to give this blind girl sight? Blessed are these eyes, oh Lord To have looked upon Your face Blessed is this soul, oh Lord To have known Your saving grace And blessed is this heart To bear these flames of love Flames that burn only for You Most merciful King above Blessed Christ, You came to me Taught me how to see And oh, how the scales fell from these eyes But I wasn't prepared For what I would see there You hung on my cross with martyrs at Your side Blessed Christ, You came to me Taught me how to see And oh, how the scales fell from these eyes But I wasn't prepared For what I would see there You hung on my cross with martyrs at Your side [comments] => 2 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 11 [informant] => JesusFreak313 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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