The Martyr
By
Aaron R. Tims
The
Martyr
Scarred
and then
Crucified
And rose
again
He has
Passed
to me
The
mission
To let
you see
I was
looking for the answer
They
made me stumble `long the way
But I
felt the truth lie deep in me
And I'll
tell you here today
It's not
the music that's important
But it's
the words that are within
Quit
judging me `cause of my style but
By the
Blood that cleansed my sin
The
Martyr, The Martyr
I've
been saved by The Martyr
The
Martyr
Nail
scarred hands
Son of
my God
The Son
of Man
Now how
could he be a martyr?
When He
was the sacrifice
Nonexistent
was His charge
But He
still paid the price
He was
scarred for my transgressions
He was
crucified for me
By His
stripes I know I've been healed
And His
truth has set me free
The
Martyr, The Martyr
We've
punished Him
What was
His crime?
See His
pains and watch His sufferings
Wonder
if that I could also do
See Him
rise up just right next to me
And I
see His face and I
Care,
that He died for me and
Feel,
how much He cared for me to
Die, for
the wrongs I've done and
Still,
love me like no other and I
Trust He
would lift me and
Knew,
that He died for you too
Christ,
pulled me up when I was
Down, in
despair, hate, and
Fear,
but I fear nothing for He
Lives,
and I live for Him too
(lead
break)
The
words of this Martyr changed me
He is my
reality
Take up
God's ol' armor
Knowing
that He'll make the way
Believing
that this Martyr
Was a
sacrifice to God
And
dying as a martyr
He
showed His eternal love for me