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
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