I came to see you
To show you my love
A body was prepared for Me
From my Father above
You should have known Me
Your Creator and King
The one eternal Son
Of whom angels sing
But I was despised and rejected
No beauty to desire Me
You missed what I was doing
When I was hung on that tree
I bore your griefs and carried your sorrows
But you hid your face from Me
How I wept over you
I wanted to set you free
You missed Me my child
You did not see my Father’s will
For it was His desire
To crush Me on that hill
I am coming back
To give my people rest
But for those who esteemed Me not
You will beat upon your breast
For you pierced the One who loved you
My glory you did not see
You missed Me, my child, you missed Me
And to Death and Hades I hold the key.
For Jesus,
Rob