Beyond These Words
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As a little child I skinned my knee
Falling off the playground slide
When I saw the blood trickling down my leg
I hid my face and cried
When I walked barefoot on the fishing dock
And the wood put a splinter in my skin
I screamed if anyone tried to take it out
‘Cause of all the pain I was in
Then my mother would tell me the story
That still lives in my heart today
The story of one named Jesus
And a child He came to save
She told of a King born in a stable
She told of God’s Son born to a virgin girl
And a star that led poor, lowly shepherds to greet
One who ages before had created the world
Mother told me the greatest story ever told
The more I cried, the more I bled
The more of the story I’d hear
Cause Mother wouldn’t give up ’til the whole story
Of Jesus reached my ear
She told me of the miracles
Making blind to see, deaf to hear
Raising the dead to life
She told of a king crowned with a crown of thorns
Beat into his skull
She told of God’s Son nailed to a cross
For common criminals
And the darkness that clothed the whole world for three hours
As the Light from above was suffering for my sin
She told me of Jesus
And I finally realized
That the blood trickling down my leg was nothing
Compared to that precious blood He shed
And that splinter was soft as a pillow
Compared to the thorn-crown on His head
Yes, she told of a King born in a stable
She told of God’s Son born to a virgin girl
And a star that led poor, lowly shepherds to greet
This child who ages before had created the world
But then
She told of a King crowned with a crown of thorns
Beat into His skull
She told of God’s Son nailed to a cross
For common criminals
And I found out I needed Jesus to save me
From more than the hurt that I felt
From falling down
Jesus died-He died for me
And that story turned my whole life around
Mother told me of Jesus…..Jesus
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