His heart ripped out to show me He loved me . . . [good friday]

circle encircles the earth, chance and choice break His heart, His innocent moves to save me and i, i am spared. His beautiful arm is bloody and cut off, HIs heart ripped out to show me He loved me

but i wouldn’t believe Him, He did all that He could, i still would not believe Him

i left His arms empty and tied, outstretched for me until He died

and no man shows greater love, then when a man lays down His life for His beloved . . .

and here i am alive, and i don’t have the right. and He gave me the right, costing Him His life, new mercies in the morning

i believe! what if i believe You now? could it ever change this heart? forgive me, relieve me, please come back to life.

come back to my life.

circle, flyleaf.

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