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I wandered far along the stony banks of Jordan And I stumbled through the brambles cut and bruised I went searching for the fragrant Rose of Sharon And brought home half the burning desert in my shoes We stepped from darkness into this dawn ablaze Me, the hostage all of my days And he, the one was nailed upon the sturdy pole Who paid his life as the ransom for my soul I was given not a crust of bread, nor water When I cried out to my captor for release I was bound with heavy chains of my own making And I was cast in with the harlots and the thieves We stepped from darkness into this dawn ablaze Me, the hostage all of my days And he, the one was nailed upon the sturdy pole Who paid his life as the ransom for my soul If a hundred bags of silver had been the trade Such an easy bargain it would have made But he, the one was nailed upon the sturdy pole Paid his life as the ransom for my soul From Letras Mania