The price He paid
Was paid to set me free;
How could He love me so?
How can a love so pure be?

His love is unconditional,
He wants me to only obey;
But if I slip and fall,
He says it will be okay.

He was stripped of His dignity,
They beat Him till he bled;
They nailed Him to a cross,
And watched till He was dead.

He suffered all these things,
Though He was only good;
He knew what He was doing,
The cost He understood.

But He defeated death,
As He rose on Easter morn;
Now we know for certain,
From God we're no more torn.

The price He paid that day,
Jesus paid for you and me;
So when death's door we enter,
God's lovely face we will see.