Son of God
For hours Pete stood and watched. Then new thoughts from the victim formed in his mind.
This cross I wear upon my back,
A cloak of wood with clasps of iron,
This crown I bear upon my head
Producing ruby jewels there,
I gladly choose this garb of love
Which though so painful now to me
Is battle dress in which I fight
To gain my bride and set her free.
I take God's curse upon my soul.
I take all Satan's hate and scorn.
I take the worst that man can do
This is the reason I was born.
That in this fire of agony
These gifts in me may be transformed
To blessing, love and praise -
The best as dowry for the bride I'll win.
This thirty-three year human shell
Which took me through the world so well
Now carries all earth's hurt and pain.
Every sickness, all its sin.
This load's so great for me to bear,
But there's one thing that's left to do.
My life must end, that as I die
My evil burden will die too.
IT IS FINISHED.
It is finished. It is finished.
This was the Son of God.
You are the Son of God.