That is who he to me

Every time I see a old rugged tree ,

It reminds me of the man who died for you ,

and me.

I sit alone staring across that moon lite sky,

thinking about how on that cruel cross

our savior Jesus Christ died.

I call him love.

I call him mercy .

I call him grace.

I call him peace.

I call him forgiveness

I call him hope

for this lost ,

and dieing human race

that is who is to me.

I think about his blood

that was shed for you,and for me.

I think about

that at Calvary's cross

his crucifixion was never in vain..

I look around,

and I do see,

all those on bended knee's

Are calling upon his holy name.

I call him love.

I call him mercy.

I call him grace.

I call him peace.

I call him forgiveness.

I call him hope,

for this lost ,

And dieing human race.

that is who he is to me.

I call love.

I call him mercy.

I call him peace.

I call him forgiveness.

I call him hope

for this lost,

And dieing human race.

That is who Jesus Christ is to me.

That is who Jesus Christ is to me.