Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I heard a voice come from a cross:


And it said :

Father why are they screaming.
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my clothes?
This crown hurts me more than it shows

Father please can’t you do something?
I know that you must hear my cry
I thought I could handle a cross of this size,
Father remind me why,
why does everyone want me to die.

When will I understand why?


My precious Son,
I hear them screaming.
I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming
but soon I will clothe you in robes of my own.
Jesus this hurts me more than you know


But this dark hour I must do nothing.
I’ve heard your unbearable cry
the power in your blood destroys all the lies,
soon you’ll see past their unmerciful eyes.


Look there below see the child trembling by her father’s side.
Now I can tell you why,

she is why you must die.