Tiny baby sleeping on a bed of hay Just an ordinary child, The would say. But I knew He has a purpose far above what men could see.
For his future was my suffering to be hung upon a tree. Born to die to save a poor lost soul like me. Angles told the sheep herds there about His birth
For His future was my suffering to be hung upon a tree Born to die, in my born to die in my place, place
He loved me so the He was born to My Lord was born to die
Born to die to pay debt for me Born to die to set my spirit free
The creator of the world has come to earth to give His for my transgressions, to make me free and whole and adopt me as His own and save my soul.
For this babe would some-day die to set me free Born to die to pay debt for me Born to die to set my spirit free
Born to die to save a poor lost soul like me What a gift of love this baby was
Born to die to pay the debt for me Born to die to set my spirit free For His future was my suffering to be hung upon a tree
He can to pay the cost and give His life a sacrifice, sacrifice so I would not be lost!