Great things he hath done, for he is the great I am the Fathers Son.
Born of a virgin, white as white as the driven snow.
Saviour of the world, let your word unfurl.
You died on a cross at Calvary, with a crown of thorns
and nail pierced hands.
You paid the price for all.
As Mary wept at your tomb, you spoke there was no gloom.
For you the Christ had risen from the dead.
And that was all to be said.
For Christ we know you sit on the right hand of Father.
Looking down across the world.
The children of God to you show such dedication.
Joy Sharp
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