RANSOMED
Praise God, through Christ he ransomed
Me, no longer bound, my soul's set free
Forever, by him I'll stand on solid rock, not
Shifting sand, in him my trust is securely
Planned, though sometimes weakened
In life's foray, and nothing helps except
To pray, asking for his mercy and grace,
Finding my place away from heartache,
Sin, and the weight of the world, satan's
Plan, but God's way brings redemption's
Joy, no longer bound as satan's toy, they
Tied and nailed Jesus to a wooden beam
Where he poured out his blood for all to
See, bore my sins and the sins of many
So we could be free from death's penalty
As redeemed, restored, ransomed, reborn!
by Cheryl Ellen Baxter ©