Today we woke and thought upon
As night did bid farewell to dawn
Of Him we fail to thank enough
Of one who had it more than rough
Our cross of wood and nails driven
Bared on back and hands were given
Freely by choice, demise not dreamed
Suffered by Him for us unclean
Include myself upon this write
Who cries unfair, sometimes at night
Ungrateful upon my brow
Wrinkled impatience in me somehow
We lost our way, that's you and me
As years pass by we recklessly
Abandon hope, chasing the present
Not sacred His, the word, once peasant
He came to change our hearts and mind
Yet payed Him not our souls unkind
Would choose, convict the word in flesh
How sad man bends the truth and stretch
Today make time to thank Him for
The path traveled and veil he tore
The lamb who made and opens doors
The God of hosts and so much more
