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
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