The Son's heart was broken
Yes, this was He
Of whom prophets had spoken
The Lamb on a cross
The God on a tree
The King crowned with thorns
In shame and glory
What love there displayed!
What justice was done
When God, in pain
Gave His only Son
Darkness surrounds Him
Bruised, bloody, naked
He cries in the silence
"Why have You forsaken?"
His question resounds
In my quivering heart
Breathless, I listen
Then it pierces the dark:
"It is finished!" His voice
Shakes me, and the earth
Convulses and mourns
As He suffers the curse
We fall to the ground
In terror and wonder
I tremble to watch
The Trinity sundered
Who is this God?
This God on a tree
It should have been me
It should have been me
For I slapped Him and scorned Him
I mocked Him that day
Yet, "Father, forgive them"
Was all He would say
The tears of the Father
Break into my soul
I look to my Savior
Shattered, made whole
He saved me by grace
Conquered death by His love
He is risen, and now
Interceding above
Forget not this story
It cost God His life
Remember His love
Remember the price
The Father cried tears
The Son's heart was broken
Yes, this was He
Of whom prophets had spoken.
July 5, 2014
