I was rummaging through some of my stuff, when I found some of my journals when I was a missionary. A lot of memories came rushing to my mind--most of them I'd rather forget. I then remembered a song written on the back of one of the journals. It almost made me cry when I tried singing it. I don't know why, but I know something is missing in my life, though I am not yet ready to face it.
And the Roman soldiers laughed,
as they saw their prisoner stumble
He did not revile them back,
wondering I asked who was this man so humble
And the woman by my side,
choked on her reply,
as she struggled not to weep
The tears flowed down her cheeks,
her heart breaking as she cried
Oh Lord my Redeemer,
thou has done so much for me
Oh Lord my Redeemer,
all my love I give to thee
Then the crowd went pushing on,
and I felt compelled to follow
I knew that they were wrong,
but they mocked Him all along
Suddenly my heart felt hollow,
for they nailed Him to a tree
On a hill called Calvary,
as I stood there filled with wonder
The Heavens roared with thunder,
and again I heard this plea
Oh Lord my Redeemer,
thou has done so much for me
Oh Lord my Redeemer,
all my love I give to thee
I could not forget his face,
and I wandered from that place
With the questions ever burning and each answer came with grace
And I knelt in earnest prayer,
and his memory still there
In the morning I felt joy beyond compare And the day turned into three,
morning found me in a garden
The gentle April breeze returned me to my knees
Pleading for a pardon,
and I can’t say when or why
You opened up my eyes,
his feet were there before
His hands were open o’er me,
His face I recognized
Oh Lord my Redeemer,
thou has done so much for me
Oh Lord my Redeemer,
all my love I give to thee.
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