Born to a virgin, they said it couldn’t be so,
For the Son of God, to be lying there so low.
Not much of a childhood, He grew to know the plan.
He needed to be faithful for the salvation of every man.
He's more than just a guy, a face in the crowd.
The haters will spit, but the believers will bow.
He knew it wouldn’t be peaceful, but He was meant to die.
It might be hard, but for His Father, He'd try.
He was meant to ride with clouds beneath my knees,
And He'll suffer for our sins, where no one else will see.
He’ll be alone for a while, so someday we’ll be together.
He begs for release, but Father said it’s for the better.
They’ll take Him then and upon His head some thorns.
But they’ll be the scared and frightened ones when the sky is filled with horns.
He fades in the pain, hanging high above,
"Take away my mother, and make sure she knows my love."
They’re pleased with the murder, gone is the Son,
"Forgive them my Father; they know not what they’ve done."
One day the children will be home, sitting at His knee,
Once blind and unbelieving, but then they’ll finally see.
The plan we fought for worked, we did it; you and me,
We’ll forever be in His glory, and live eternally.
- Kizzy Ricedorff, 2015
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