Put It On Me
 

Stained red with his suffering
And torn from his very back

Put it on, put it on me
His pain won't be lost 
My comfort is in Thee
Put it on, put it on me

Thrown down on the ground 
And left to lie in the street

Put it on, put it on me
His rejection won't be lost
My acceptance is in Thee
Put it on, put it on me

Trampled black underfoot
And stomped threadbare

Put it on, put it on me
His death won't be lost
My life is in Thee
Put it on, put it on me
 

Luke 24:49
 
 
 
by J. Alan R.

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