I Serve A Risen Savior
by Barbara Philbrook

I serve a risen Savior, He sits upon the throne,
and though He is there I am not alone.

I serve a risen Savior who willingly died for me,
paying for my sinfulness, setting me free.

I serve a Savior who rose from the dead.
It's no wonder they paint Satan with his face so red.

The victory went to the victim on the cross that day,
and now I am victorious because Jesus made it that way.

One day I'll live in a mansion way up in heaven above,
and all of this was done due to Jesus' great love.

You too can take part in the salvation plan.
God does not will the loss of even one man.

Call on the heavenly Father, the offer is for free.
Then you too will be going home with me.

Just confess your sin and invite Jesus in.
Immediately a new life you will begin.

It is not you in charge of the changing.
Jesus from inside does all of the rearranging.

But it all begins with you in prayer.
The sooner you begin the sooner He lives there.

I serve a risen Savior and you can too.
He's waiting now to hear from you.

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