the One who was born upon non-deserving hay
the One who grew with the children at play
the One who with one breath gave us grace
the One knew and loved
the One who was sent from up above
It was he who took it all on
He who lived perfectly
He who was three in One
Imagine bearing the sins of just one
Being beaten & bruised for nothing you had done
You carrying the cross upon your slashed back
The long way up the hill on the death path
The railroad size nail pierces your hands
They push thorns in your head as a crown
Then hoist the tree into a hole in the ground
This is where you hang, awaiting a painful death
All for one person whose transgressions set heavy on your shoulders
But it was not you, it was the One
He laid it all on the line
Gave it all up
It was He who counted the cost
the One who breaths life into the dead
the One who brings rest; whose compassion is never scarce
the One who loves with an unconditional spirit
the One whose beauty could never be described
the One who gave His life upon a tree
the One who desires only me
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