Silent weapons weep in anguish.
Cross' outstretched arms salute three points of stripes and stars.
Restless soldiers trapped beneath an eagle's wing
cry of battles in the depths of night when there's no war
Abandoned for a price,
bartered for a vice,
the now-forgotten extreme sacrifice.
Southern trees chant midnight secrets.
Strange, but lifeless fruit their helpless arms were forced to bear.
Thousands huddle, seized by hand-held oven gates.
Others yield to winds of towering floods and hostile fire.
Abandoned for a price
bartered for a vice
the now-forgotten gruesome sacrifice.
He was forsaken for a price,
battered for our vice,
the now-forgotten bloodstained sacrifice
The thing He caused to be
mocks His Sovereignty
and flaunts its arrogant autonomy,
forgetting Him and one dark day at Calvary . . .
This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.
Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends.