His Body & His Blood

He led the life of a lonely man
Travelling across the land
Despite all the hardships he had,
Never once he ever ran
Preaching the Good news and taking his stand

The son of God, he was
But never conceited was he
He lived for a divine cause
Living for all to see

He was judged, he was crucified
Tortured and scourged was he
Although He died on a cross, so dignified was he
O my sweet Jesus, how could that be?

Your blood, it washed my sins away
You purify my heart and showed me the way
Your body, it feeds my hungry soul
Come my Lord, O come and make me whole

My salvation, it comes through You
And in You shall I find my rest
O, indeed those green pastures are true
Please sweet Jesus, spare me the task

Welcome me into Your loving arms
Into my final home
O set me free from all harm
Bid me home, Lord
Just say, come.
Yvy @ 20/7/2005