I see His footprints in the sand,
Which time, for me, has not erased.
I see those nail scars in His hands,
In His death for me He was abased.
Upon His head, a crown of thorns,
They laid stripes across His back.
As He stood at the cross forlorn,
In His love for me there was no lack.
Even Peter had denied Him thrice,
But in dying for all mankind's sin.
Jesus was paying the ultimate price,
That mankind could be born again.