A GOSPEL MINISTRY
FROM NORTHERN IRELAND

~THE SIG BOX~

I will go beyond the stars because of His stripes

Far beyond the distance that the eagle can fly on high

For Heaven it is waiting; the place of eternal glory

Washed in the blood of the Lamb who for me did die

He came beyond the stars to take all my stripes

There is healing in each one that tore His flesh away

He was wounded for my transgressions and died an awful death

Upon a cruel cross; and for my sins He did pay

He arose above the stars; back scarred with the stripes

Nail prints in hands and feet; and wound that ran down His side

Triumphant over death and grave; victorious in His rising

And in the covering of His blood my sins He will hide

Some day I will see the face of the One who bore the thorns

Grasp the hands of Jesus and feel the nail print scars

Bow to thank the King who reigns in all His glory

For His healing stripes that brought me home beyond the stars

Colin Moffett