Tell me the story of Jesus...Fasting alone in the desert, tell of the days that were passed, how, for our sins he was tempted, yet was triumphant at last . Tell of the cross where they nailed him writhing in anguish and pain, he was despised and afflicted, homeless, rejected and poor. Tell of the tomb where they laid him, tell how he liveth again Love in that story so tender, clearer than ever I see, stay let me weep while you whisper, love paid the ransom for me.
