Mystery song…

Heaven's darling wrapped in shame
Clueless, at the foot of that
Ancient cross 

my conscience could not 
comprehend the trial 
of my flesh

O’ the demands of the justice 
Of heaven, no one could plead
But love

Only love could carry the heavy
Burdens of this wretched soul,
Chained to the bottom of the
Tree of the knowledge of
good and evil

Beauty at its worst, my 
Sins His sentence, my
Death was his death 

Mingling of death and life; 
Death seemed to have 
Conquered. 

Life has surrendered, willingly 
For death and sin to finish
Their chaotic pilgrim, through 
The corridors of justice;
Crushing the soul and flesh
Of the sinless-beloved

thy
Scars plead; the image of the 
Health and freedom of the
Nations 

You wore it with dignity and
Pity like a priestly garment 

Now, I wore peace within this
 Castle like the stillness of 
the ocean

Beyond the cross, the beauty of 
Heaven holds the keys of power,
Sonship and freedom, with the 
Souls of men in victory March,

Leaving an empty tomb behind.

My chains are gone, I have
Become a million choir of 
Praise, filling this air
With love melodies

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“He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. 

Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. 

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭53:3-5‬ ‭KJV‬‬