Ìràpadà (Redemption)

How much does it cost,
To construct a wooden cross?
How much prayer is enough
To cover and correct my faults?

Maybe a little good here and there
Maybe a helping hand would be fair;
Something out of the ordinary
To repay for all of my sins?

In vain, I count to pay the cost.
Condemned, when I take away the cross.
How much does it truly cost,
For the Son of God to pay for it all?

By blood, my freedom bought,
By blood, salvation wrought -
Oh, what a glorious morn
“Forgiven”, a new life born.

Nothing you must pay
Come, to the cross, and stay.
Worry not about the cost,
For every sin is washed by the blood.
∞T.C∞