“The high priest carries the blood of animals into the Most Holy Place as a sin offering, but the bodies are burned outside the camp. 12 And so Jesus also suffered outside the city gate to make the people holy through his own blood. Hebrews 13:11-12 NIV
Oh my soul, harassed and torn
Tossed about in the storm,
Is there a Shepherd who cares?
Is there a buffer from the winds?
Oh yes there is a Shepherd so true
One who walks in light
Pure and Holy is He
With never a stain on Him.
But what has He done?
Where cometh this help?
He walks into the storm
Himself bears my own pain!
Oh He who knew no sin, no stain
Took on Himself the shame
Bore it outside the camp
Scorned the shame I should have known.
Oh Lovely One who rose victorious
And won for me the battle
You call me now to come and see
A Shepherd’s compassion here.
The storm that comes to toss and sway
It will not win this battle here
For I have ONE who knows my name
My Shepherd paid the cost
Oh Glorious One all lovely
My heart You set at rest
No storm can touch me here
While on Your chest I lay.