I envision the cross
And you crucified
When to Our Father
At last you cried
The heaven's opened
For grace to descend
Mans sinful nature
Had no means to end
So many you healed
You saved and you fed
Casting out demons
You taught and you led
Righteous and perfect
Abandoned by all
And yet you'd known
This fate would befall
God so loved us
Before time began
You were born to die
For the sins of man
Never was anyone
To take your place
Crucified until death
We inherit such grace
©S. Austin Vincoski
