All For Mankind


For us He hung on tree,
the cross is firm, secure.
The Christ who died to free.

With crimson blood to see,
in daylight hours mature,
for us He hung on tree.

There is no other fee,
nor price to pay, endure.
The Christ who died to free.

To bend upon our knee
will aid to make thee pure.
For us He hung on tree.

Why don’t we heed the plea
to chart the path that’s sure?
The Christ who died to free.

This is the way for me
to live my life His lure.
For us He hung on tree.
The Christ who died to free

© 2003 Carol Dee Meeks

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