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ONCE BROKEN



My disobedience wounded Him
My wickedness bruised Him
By my hate I grieved Him
His saving hands I nailed
Yet unrelenting His love became 

When I strayed
In my place my saviour stayed
On Him the punishment laid
Lamb led to the slaughter
Dumb to His shearers blade
For all world's injustice sake
The blessed Lamb neither spake

God's holy wrath descending
God's holy Son ascending
Embracing
He arose for my defending

So loved He us so
The trials of His own soul
Colliding with God's judgement whole
Justice served and satisfied
O I know
Whiter I became than snow

For great wrath
Was crushed by great love
For Great death
Was displaced by life greater

O the price
That redemption of my soul
Of stripes, blood and death
I the lost, sought and returned home
At last the family of God
Once broken now made whole
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