There is a drive I cannot claim
In me I wish we could explain
That drove the nails impaled in him
Into my heart once filled with sin
He spoke of peace and of salvation
To those who'd hear from every nation
Alas some did not pay no mind
How cruel this world, faithless and blind
He walked and cared for those with less
Sat down, broke bread, put to the test
By man who claimed He was a fake
Hypocrites His life they'd take
Mary, His mother would know the road
He'd have to walk as was foretold
Chase she would in vain her child
To watch tortured by men so vile
Betrayed, sold out for 30 shekels
Was spat upon, punched, kicked and heckled
Tried, and lead with cross and crown
Where streets would run with blood they drowned
How much love would someone pay
To save their child abused this way
Asking myself until this day
Passion unlike for us he saved
