Two feet upon my head
Dripping dark and vibrant red
How was my soul to barter
Wrapped in heavy Roman armor?
My guilt was on my bed
Was I quick as I was dead?
His body brought a wonder
As the earth was moving under
Cease all the sorrow we have caused
Surely this Man must have been the Son of God!
Two plots for both my folks
Where my one already sleeps
Earth has me in a chokehold
And it tightens by degrees
Whose death has brought salvation here?
What anguish wipes away my tears?
Chainmail on the ground, I hold His feet
And my heart begins to bleat
Sweet peace in the cruelness of the dark
If it held the world, can it not hold my heart?
If the path most feared is where my best Friend trod
If He meets His sheep there with His gentle rod
All my doubts are gonna crumble with a nod
Surely this Man must have been the Son of God!