feel the thorns that pierce My brow taste the blood as it runs down sweat and tears that mingle with
heavy load, torn up back, short of breath

this cross I bare seems so insurmount difficult it is, not to wale or shout weak and weary, so tired and worn yet, hope is rising unlike ever before

b/c in this death and in My wounds life and healing arise like a plume a song of triumph for death has died the death of many, shall in Me abide

for surely I die as a Lamb for all your sins you simply need to ask Me within so together We will die in My death but together arise on heaven's breath

speak My Name, "Jesus", and surely I will come My Mercy, My Grace, for everyone to make you a child of the One true God for all your sins, yes dear child, I have forgot

Copyright @ 2002