This Is My Song to Jesus

In the quiet of the morning, as the sunlight starts to rise, I feel the

warmth of His love like a blessing from the skies. He walked the

path before me, paid the price for my shame. Jesus Christ is my savior,

forever I'll proclaim. This is my song, I lift my voice so high.

With every note, I sing His love, it never will run dry.

He washed my sins as white as snow. Through the grace

of His mercy, I know where I will go. On the rugged

hill of Calvary, He bore the weight of sin. His arms were open wide,