You fought for those who spurned you without cause, With power like a warrior to defeat The chains and swords and fire, without pause Or thought for your own pain as you were beat By human hands and whips and thorns and breath. While hidden from the eyes of men
You are the God whose love defeated Hell, You are the God who loves us mortal men To greater lengths than any culture tells Of its own gods. Your love exceeds again What any text explains in simple words. You live beyond the pages of a book Or stories from
While all the wounds of death within us heal, You are at work to vanquish all our foes-- To trample enemies and bid them kneel, To bring them bitterness and countless woes. At last has the accuser lost his place Beside the throne to point and to deride. Justice has
We must be content with chaos spurned For all the tortured hope that holds us fast. The face of death has gazed on us and turned To darkness, for the light in us will last. We walk your fields and sail your seas unknown To carry hope to men as
We cannot speak the depth of what we feel, Despite that words and feelings in our blood Are flowing like your face has been revealed, And at the barest touch you are a flood. Yes, you created logic, reason, minds, And gave us wills to conquer foolish hearts, To leave