4/22/2009
At the foot of the cross
That's where I met you
You said that You loved me
And I believed it true
This is the place
Where I died to myself
This is the Grace
This is the wealth
And I owe it all to You
You died to make me new
I could never repay
The love you gave that day
I count it all as loss
The things I put before You
You died on that cross
To make all things new
This is the place
Where I died to myself
This is the Grace
This is the wealth
And I owe it all to You
So, I'll give it all to You. . .
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