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geschrieben am: 31.01.2006 um 20:25 Uhr
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It is finished
Words & Music by Bob Hartman / Petra
In the heat of early morning on a hill they call the Skull
The roaring of the angry mob had settled to a lull
All eyes were cast upon the man whose hands and feet were bound
They saw him cry in anguish when they heard the hammer pound
They saw the bloody woven thorns with which his head was crowned
They watched the bloody cross of wood be dropped into the ground
The soldiers gambled for his clothes, they watched them win and lose
They saw the sign above his head that said "King of the Jews"
The work had been done, redemption had been won
The war was over without a fight
It is finished
They searched his face for anger for vengeance in his stare
Instead of eyes that burned with hate a look of love was there.
He prayed for their forgiveness and bowed his battered head
And no one knew the meaning of the final words he said
”It is finished” And the sky grew black as the night
”It is finished” And the people scattered in fright
The work had been done, redemption had been won
The war was over without a fight
It is finished
the provision has been made
the foundation has been laid
He paid the ransom due and tore the temple veil in two
And opened up the way for me and you
”It is finished”
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geschrieben am: 31.01.2006 um 20:26 Uhr
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All over me
Words and music by Bob Hartman / Petra
All over me, all over me
IŽ ve got the blood of an innocent man all over me.
He never did anything to hurt anyone.
But he said somethingÂ’s about being gods son.
Some people believed him, some people received him.
Some people wouldnÂ’t stop till they saw him die.
All over me, all over me
IŽ ve got the blood of an innocent man all over me.
Like an innocent lamb he was taken away.
He never opened his mouth, he had nothing to say.
He has let them accused him, he just let him abused him.
And the people wouldnÂ’t stop, till they saw him die.
All over me, all over me
IŽ ve got the blood of an innocent man all over me.
They nail his hands and his feet to the wood,
At the foot of His cross all His enemies stood
He said: “Father forgive them”
He gave him all he could give them, than he gave up his life
and they watched Him die
All over me, all over me
IŽ ve got the blood of an innocent man all over me.
They laid his body in a rich manÂ’s tomb,
But he rose from the dead and he is coming back soon.
You can choose to believe it, you can choose to receive it
Or you can chose to believe that he died over you
All over me, all over me
IŽ ve got the blood of an innocent man all over me.
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geschrieben am: 31.01.2006 um 20:27 Uhr
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The love of God is greater far
Then tongue or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the the highest star
And reacehes to the lowest hell
The guilty pair, bowed down with care
God gave his Son to win
His errin child he reconciled and pardoned from his sin
Oh love of God, how rich and pure
How measureless and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saintsŽ and angelsŽ song
Could we with ink the ocean fill and were the skies
Of parchment made
Where every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll
Contain the whole
Through stretched from sky to sky
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