It was not by His mighty word
When He commanded light to shine
But by a gentle prayer of thanks
That He blessed bread and wine

And He who made the storm to sleep
Chose the price of sin to pay
He showed in His surrendering
 That He would not run away


Then when nails pierced hands and feet
And His fate on earth was sealed
We were not saved by mighty words
But By His wounds, we’re healed

Not By His Mighty Word
by Peter Caligiuri
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