My death could never change the course of history
But still, a few would grieve that I was gone
How then, can one explain to me the mystery
That Almighty God would come to die alone?
He suffered in shame to pay for our salvation
He gave His life to lift those that were lost
And the elation in His sacred Incarnation
Was matched by misery every moment of the cross
So, when I ponder on the Glory He departed
And the sufferings He came to see and know,
I cannot see how our sad souls were regarded
As being worthy of His blood that overflowed
Yet, for the joy that He beheld before Him
All this agony and cruelty He endured
And, knowing that the masses would ignore Him,
Christ died to cry that He could be their Cure
But this supreme of all surrenders had not ended
For His victory was not fully achieved as yet
And, once Sin’s claim on men had been rescinded,
God’s death reversed, and killed the curse of death
His resurrection affords us an assurance
Of free life now and abundant life to come
We can know Him now and peer into His Presence
And, one day, He will herald us all Home
So, let each day bring upon me the doom of dying
Then let me grasp His life and learn to live again
And, as I reach for Him and realize I’m rising,
Let me die and resurrect and be like Him
