A passion to behold A love story to be told Was the day you were crucified Hung on the cross and died Stretched your arms wide to show how much you loved me. False accusations, allegations, and testimonies that rolled from the lips of your people. They lied, pierced you in your side, gave you a crown of thorns and bitter wine They watched you bleed and left you to die. You hung and sighed with teary, but fiery eyes and watched your mother weep. Such a sacrifice to redeem a nation that was headed for damnation and still, some don't believe? The second coming will be filled with resurrection, confession, and the damned will be compelled to fall to their knees. There is no dead in Christ, you gave your life to save a broken vessel like me. Almighty God, Son of Man, Lover of my soul you are worthy of all accolades and there is nothing better or equivalent to the greatest sacrifice you made. All I can offer is my temple to use as your instrument of praise. I will deny myself to follow you along that narrow road Because you are the author and the finisher of my storybook- my soul. You're the king who reigns eternally and your spirit dwells in me You're all I need to survive El-Shaddai, Jehovah Jirah, Jehovah Neci, I will carry my cross until I, too, am crucified.