The Passion: I love to tell the story

Throughout he walked nearer to me
With the weight of my flesh
Pressing with agony
Across his willing shoulders
He carried my cross
And was hung by my transgressions
To feel the great heartache of my God
By his blood
By his piercing crown
By nails of Pontial reckoning
And by the Lance of proof

And his Holy Mother wept
Her sorrow still felt in this world
But from womb to death
And by resurrection
She suffered bravely

In the eyes of Romans filled with hate
Their malice shadowed by an angels
Message
The comforting of a Mother
The call for resurrection
The blessed 40 days
And the great witnessing of holy ascension
Into heaven by his father's seat

Now my heart
The Kingdom of God
And my salvation felt
By the blood of him
Christ my Savior
He lives and Reins