Blood and sorrow flow from the languid brow of Jesus dying;
and tears from Heaven's eyes are the anguished drops of a Father crying,
"Oh, why?"
This must be a cross of love
for God to bruise His only Son.
Jesus, what a sacrifice to reach us,
it had to be a cross of love.
Emblem of His pain, oh the splintered wood of my transgression.
I'll never comprehend how an act so great gave love expression.
"Oh, why?"
And the people jeered at Him and mocked His holy name,
for they knew not who He was, nor why it was He came.
Some had come to offer to help to soothe a mother's pain,
but as she watched her wounded Son, the comfort never came,
Oh, why?
This must be a cross of love
for God to bruise His only Son.
Jesus, what a sacrifice to reach us,
it had to be a cross of love.
This is one of the songs, performed by a few members of Shachah (Deder, Mary Grace, and Kerry), that was done tonight. I am absolutely in love with this song and the dance made it 1,000 times more beautiful. It gives me chills every time. I can't wait to be able to do this again. Praise dance, that is. I love it. Dance is so amazing.
