Many nights I sat and thought
What is it that my life has cost
What is the price of precious tears
that where shed to remove all my fears
What is the cost of innocent blood
that washes away the person I was
How valuable is a lift that is lost
to save the very ones that are at fault
What kind of riches is held in the pain
that one has endured to erase the blame
My life amounts with all the others
For when Jesus gave His, ours was recovered.
George Lynch
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