They heard His voice in quiet power, A whisper strong that shook the air. He stood in light, so pure, so bright— The Lamb who bore our every care. They touched His hands, they saw His side, And every soul was filled with light. This is my Savior, the chosen Son, The Risen One, the promised One. He bore the weight, He gave His life, To lift the lost, to break the night. He heals my heart, He makes me whole— This is my Savior, lover of my soul. I reed His words, I feel His grace, A voice that meets me in this place. In dark Gethsemane He knelt, And every sorrow He has felt. I join the angels, lifted high, To sing with all: He is the Christ. This is my Savior, the chosen Son, The Risen One, the promised One. He bore the weight, He gave His life, To lift the lost, to break the night. He heals my heart, He makes me whole— This is my Savior, lover of my soul. No greater love I’ve ever known, No deeper truth I call my own. With every breath, my soul will cry: This is the Christ, the Lord Most High. This is my Savior, the Holy One, The Light that dawned, the risen Son. He bore my shame, He paid the price, He lives again—forever Christ. He heals my heart, He makes me whole— This is my Savior, lover of my soul.
