My Jesus died that day for me,
upon the killing tree.
Why did He choose to be persecuted.
to set me free.
He did it for His soul's pure joy,
for my salvation was His ploy.
Why did He leave His home,
His heavenly kingdom
where He sat upon the throne.
He did it out of the loving grace,
of His favour
so my sin could forever be erased.
Why did He bear the piercing pain,
Can such cruel suffering
bring any gain.
He did it to win the raging war,
my death and its condemning law.
Why did He bear the mocking scorn,
and have His Father mourn.
He did it out of purest love,
For me, He gave all of the perfection
of our God above.
Why did Jesus choose to die for me?
For Him to rise
with the promise that today and tomorrow
I will be with Him for eternity.
Thank you Lord Jesus
for the wonderful new life you give to me.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
But, when the kindness and love of God our Saviour appeared,
He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done,
but because of His mercy.
He saved us through the washing of rebirth
and renewal by the Holy Spirit,
whom He poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ
our Saviour, so that having been justifeid by His grace,
we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life.