You Chose

I thought I would share a song I wrote with you all.

Verse 1:
How could you love me so much that you became on of me? Although you were without blame. Time after time, day after day, Satan was tempting you. But you, Jesus, never answered his call. Yeah, you made yourself lower than they angels that you had made in order to save a lost soul like ordinary me.

Chorus:
Thank you Jesus for going through it all. Because you had to suffer just like us. But you didn’t deserve it. No, you didn’t deserve a single moment of suffering. Yet, you came to die. For me. To make my blind eyes see.

Verse 2:
The cross didn’t stop you. The crowd didn’t stop you. Their cries of "Crucify Him!" didn’t cause the nails to go through your hands. No it wasn’t the Roman soldiers, Pilate, or even Satan that caused you to die. But only you. Yeah, you chose to lay down your life for me. Opening your hands to the nails, you chose the pain. So that eternal life, I could gain.

Chorus:
Thank you Jesus for going through it all. Because you had to suffer just like us. But you didn’t deserve it. No, you didn’t deserve a single moment of suffering. Yet, you came to die. For me. To make my blind eyes see.

Verse 3:
For you could have called a million angels down by your side. But You chose not to. You knew that the soldiers would beat and torture You, but that couldn’t stop You. You chose the blood. Yeah, thank You, God that nothing stopped You. You chose the nails, the crown of thorns, and the tree. Just so You could set me free.