His love for man is history
Yet why some think a mystery
Accepting that our God would send
His son to meet a deadly end
By whips and rods held by the hands
Of those he came to save, the damned
Judged by man that had no place
To find guilty his warm embrace
But, in the end they'd come to know
He was the Christ the sky would show
Light of the day became pitch black
Thunder roaring from sky would crack
Lightning would strike against the ground
Splitting the Earth crashing the sound
Of silence bared by her who grieved
Kneeling by cross she he concieved