Friday, April 10, 2009

It was a reality as you hung on the cross a story which I will tell
Lord, these feelings of loneliness you know well,
Lord, you were accused of a crime you did not commitBut you stood in silence your innocence you would not submit.
Lord , they laughed at you as they weaved thorns into a crown,Yet you looked at them with love through streams of blood falling to the ground.
Lord, because you loved , you knew there could be no other way,Your Fathers will you came to fulfill on that day.
Lord, as the whips peirced your back, you had love in your eyes,
You had no hatred or demise
rd, tired bloody and weak you carried that cross for us,through the crowd you never asked for help you made no fuss.
Lord, as they nailed you to the cross, for all to see they stood laughing at you,But you asked "Father forgive them for they know not what they do!"
Lord, how can this be that you love is strong?
Even for those who do you wrong.
Lord, they mocked you and spit in your face,
But in your heart there was not hatred not even a trace
Wait, my eyes are open Lord, the truth I am beginning to see,
Forgive me Lord for my ignorance it is me who nailed you to that tree.

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