(On this Memorial Day in the United States, we give thanks for the patriots who sacrificed so much to obtain and maintain our freedom, which also reminds us of the sacrifice of the Lord Jesus Christ to obtain and maintain our spiritual liberty. Below are the lyrics to one of our songs, written as a tribute to our Lord, and to our patriots.)
Someone Had to Die
T’was the blood of patriots that made and keeps us free,
and still their lifeblood flows to guard, to guard sweet liberty.
But it doesn’t seem to flow so freely, the river of my thanks,
how rarely does it seem that I have knelt to offer thanks.
and still their lifeblood flows to guard, to guard sweet liberty.
But it doesn’t seem to flow so freely, the river of my thanks,
how rarely does it seem that I have knelt to offer thanks.
Oh give me a heart, my Lord, with eyes that ever see,
that freedom is so many things, but it is never free.
And help me to remember, Lord, oh keep it close at hand,
that this song was written with the blood spilled in so many lands.
that freedom is so many things, but it is never free.
And help me to remember, Lord, oh keep it close at hand,
that this song was written with the blood spilled in so many lands.
T’was the blood which flowed at Calvary which made and keeps us free,
and at the throne of God and Christ it still avails for me.
And I wish that far more than I have my heart had given praise,
how rarely does it seem that I have knelt and offered thanks.
and at the throne of God and Christ it still avails for me.
And I wish that far more than I have my heart had given praise,
how rarely does it seem that I have knelt and offered thanks.
Oh give me a heart, my Lord, with eyes that ever see,
that freedom is so many things, but it is never free.
And help me to remember, Lord, oh keep it close at hand,
that this song was written with the blood spilled from Your dear hands.
that freedom is so many things, but it is never free.
And help me to remember, Lord, oh keep it close at hand,
that this song was written with the blood spilled from Your dear hands.
The Savior said the truth shall make us free and I believe,
for He lived and taught and bore the cross, His grace we might receive.
And the truth that He was speaking of, the bright and shining light,
is that if we are to know sweet freedom, Someone had to die.
for He lived and taught and bore the cross, His grace we might receive.
And the truth that He was speaking of, the bright and shining light,
is that if we are to know sweet freedom, Someone had to die.
Oh give me a heart, my Lord, with eyes that ever see,
that freedom is so many things, but it is never free.
And help me to remember, Lord, oh keep it close at hand,
that this song was written with the blood spilled from Your dear hands.
that freedom is so many things, but it is never free.
And help me to remember, Lord, oh keep it close at hand,
that this song was written with the blood spilled from Your dear hands.
"If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed."
(John 8:36)
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