His Love Still Beats For Me

By Naphtali Banda

A ransom was paid on that cross.
Blood shed, creating a bridge
So from death to life you too could cross,
Perfecting sinful souls.

Picture of sorrow with a man whipped,
Beaten and nailed to the cross,
Giving up to life to give life.
Defeating with resurrection.

Came to a lost world.
Letting nails pierce through flesh,
Extinguishing pain with suffering.
Price paid to buy joy.

Slowly this memory from my mind fades.
Driving in reverse, I go back to my past.
But from afar I still hear his voice, saying,
“My love still beats for you.”

Possessing power to bring sin to its great fall.
From his throne his spirit in me he pours,
Until my cup overflows,
Driving me to do works greater than Paul.

His death is my ticket.
The road he paved on the cross.
Still waiting for you to take that step
For his love still beats for me.