Passion fills my heart for you my precious love,
when you died for me upon the cross, a gift from God above.
Oh the agony you suffered to set my soul free,
from sin and wrath of judgment, when you died upon that tree.
A sudden burst of glory when you came up from the grave,
you paid the ransom for my soul, defeating death that day.
I long to be with you, to feel your sweet embrace,
to worship before your throne, to behold your wondrous face,
to hear your thunderous voice proclaiming victory,
you are the Lamb of God, the one who died for me.
This poem was written/submitted by Julie L. McCarty.