For Me

For me you did this thing so rare
Upon a cross you were laid bare
Your heart was pierced, your blood was shed
A crown of thorns upon your head
The tears you cried, for you did weep
Were for the sins that I did steep upon your shoulders
You took the blame for all my guilt, my fear, my shame
You died upon the cross alone for me now to stand before your throne
Dressed in righteous robes of white I stand before an awesome sight
The man once wounded, broken, tender
Now sits upon His throne in splendour.
“Holy is the Lord” I cry
“It was for me that you did die
Bur now you are in your rightful place, seated on your throne of grace”.
I approach you now, our eyes do meet
As I place my crown before your feet
“My child”, you say “My precious one
It’s for this time that I had done
All of those things upon the earth
Now you must understand your worth
I died upon the cross alone, for you, now to stand before my throne.
There was no price I would not pay to see you here upon this day.”
And now down at your feet I fall. My Jesus, my Saviour, my all in all.