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Every scrape, every wound
All the trouble
So many questions
You're worth it, Jesus
Carry the cross
Weep alone, walk alone
Only you are worth it, Jesus
My Jesus, my Savior
My King, my Friend
To suffer with you
What privilege
What an honor
How is it
That when you have it all
Somehow you leave some for us
To share in your sufferings?
To know you
To be united with you
Yes, in your joy
Yes, in your peace
But sometimes in your pain
A little of the whip
One of the nails
A thorn or two
Thank you, Jesus
Thank you for sharing

Stephen Pursell, 2/13/04