My soul was taken hostage by the master of disguise,
He'd taken one more prisoner with his web of silky lies.
He told me I could have it all if only I'd deny
The God that my forefather's had learned they could rely.
The deal that he was offering was too good to be true,
I knew I'd have to pay a price, but then God sent me You.
You bore the cross upon your back and thorns upon your brow,
You took my stripes and forgave my sins, still I don't know how.
You never thought about yourself when hanging on that tree.
The only thoughts You had that day were focused upon me.
The master liar roared in anger when I knelt before Your throne,
I knew that even by myself, I'd never be alone.
By Danielle M. Peck