I Hear My Father's Voice

I hear my Father's voice,

He calls me His beloved Son.

I only do and say what He says.

The Father and I are one.

He opened the heavens,

And rolled up the sky.

And turned His face from me.

When I came to die.

It pleased Him to bruise me.

It pleased Him to use me.

To redeem His creation,

Not to bring condemnation.

He rent the veil from top to bottom,

And the earth began to shake.

He raised me as He promised,

A covenant of love, He will not break.

It is not about you, what you have done.

It about grace and truth setting you free.

It was not upon your head or back.

He put it all on me.

Rebecca Jones