How Can I Ever Know?

How can I ever know?
What He gave up for me?
The Christ of God, who long ago
Entered that swirling sea.

When waves engulfed His head
His cry no longer heard
His finished work, His Blood was shed
All Heaven and Earth was stirred.

It was the crux of time
That brought the wind of Grace
Enfolding all in Love sublime
And I can see His Face.

Now gathered into one
His sons and daughters will
Into His Arms forever run
The summit of His Hill.

His Blood will not run out
Even for me, its flow
Will last eternity throughout
And all His healing show.

Book by Paul Purday

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