Lyrics - Ancient Of Days by Smith Craig

Craig
Smith
Chosen to serve as the sacrifice lamb
The binder of all the earths wounds
Called the
Deliverer,
Chief
Cornerstone
Slain and then buried, but
He rose from the tomb
Chorus
He is the
Ancient of days
Giver of freedom with the price that
He paid
He is the
Ancient of days
Exposing the enemy's great masquerade
Giver of life,
His is the
Ancient of days
Courageous
Redeemer, who's life giving blood
Is the ransom for wayward man's soul
Covenant
Messenger,
Heir of all things
The
Shepherd and
Guardian,
Guardian of souls
Chorus
Warrior of holiness,
Messiah and
King
Ruler of
Israel,
Salvation's great
Captain
Hope for all man
One day every tongue will say the
Lord is
He
Chorus"
In the beginning was the
Word, and the
Word was with
God, and the
Wordwas
God.
He was in the beginning with
God.
All things came into being by
Him, and apart from
Him nothing came into being that has come into being.
In
Him was life and the life was the light of men.
The light shines in thedarkness and the darkness did not overpower it."
John 1:1-5"...conduct yourselves in fear during the time of your stay upon theearth knowing that you were not ransomed with perishable things likesilver or gold from your futile way of life inherited from yourforefathers, but with the precious blood, as of a lamb unblemished andspotless, the blood of
Christ."
I
Peter 1:17-19
It's an awesome thought to realize that
Jesus, the man born of a virginand laid in a hay stable, created the universe with
God the
Father.
Theyspoke a word and the stars and planets were flung into existence.
Theyspoke another word and living creatures were formed, and yet anotherword and man's flesh was formed.
They used their very breath andbreathed life into the nostrils of this man they had created.
They gavethis man the ability to decide, a choice to obey his
Creator or todisobey
Him.
He disobeyed.
God, the
Ancient of
Days, loved this man somuch,
He gave
His only
Son,
His co-creator, to be born in a manger, thenbe put to death by this man.
God's
Son,
His
Lamb, was the ransom for thisman.--
Bill
Stuckey

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