THAT I MIGHT LIVE
by JERRY L. BARTACHEK - Copyright © 1994
CCLI #4488400

VERSE 1
THEY CAPTURE JESUS AND BIND HIS HANDS,
THEN IN PILATE'S COURT HE STANDS.
AS THEY WHIP HIM, BLOOD FLOWS RED LIKE WINE,
THE STRIPES ARE HIS; THE SINS ARE MINE.

VERSE 2
THE ROMAN SOLDIERS ALL MOCK HIM NOW,
CROWN OF THORNS UPON HIS BROW.
THROUGH THE CITY JESUS BEARS HIS CROSS;
HE'S SEEKING ME, FOR I WAS LOST.

VERSE 3
SHARP SPIKES ARE DRIVEN RIGHT THROUGH HIS HANDS,
DARKNESS FALLS ACROSS THE LAND.
IT IS FINISHED, JESUS BOWS HIS HEAD,
THEY PIERCE HIS SIDE; MY KING IS DEAD.

VERSE 4
MY LORD IS LAID IN A COLD DARK TOMB,
SOLDIERS GUARD TO SEAL HIS DOOM.
DAWN IS BREAKING AND THE TOMB IS BARE!
YES, HE'S ALIVE, HE IS NOT THERE!

CHORUS 1
UPON THE CROSS AT CALVARY,
HIS BLOOD WAS SHED TO SET ME FREE.
THE FATHER'S WILL IS TO FORGIVE,
SO JESUS DIED THAT I MIGHT LIVE.

CHORUS 2
GLORY, GLORY, HALLELUJAH,
JESUS DIED THAT I MIGHT LIVE!
HALLELUJAH TO THE LAMB,
JESUS DIED THAT I MIGHT LIVE!
JESUS DIED THAT I MIGHT LIVE!