About his greatness
I’m speechless
And his love for us is beyond comprehension
His crucification, death
And again his resurrection
Will limitlessly remain a mystery

Thinking of his humbleness
Always I’m left in suspense
In spite of his glory and Majesty
Accepting oppression from unworthy word
He had to
Though he never merited it
Like a lamb to be slaughtered
Cavalry he had to endure
For the healing of the planet next to Venus
Depended on his nailed wounds

The blood oozing from his veins dripping down the cross
Wasn’t meant to go in vain
Instead a role of price for redemption it would play
That is why to date, “we are saved”
is the song we sing