Christ-like Love
Patience, child, you will see
Walk tall, a daughter of God
Things will become clear through me.
Feet planted on gospel sod.
He sent His Son here for you,
On the cross He freely died.
In Gethsemane, bled for you.
Drops He spilt each time you lied.
Crown of thorns upon His head
Royal daughter, loving friend,
Wanderers like you He led,
Love is constant till the end.
Bitter cup shrank not to drink
Spearmen pierced Him in the side.
You are worthless still you think?
Never was an easy ride.
Thy Christlike love from start to end,
Redeemer of mine, save a place.
Place in Thy heart for loving friend,
Returning there from a long race.
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