What was given on the tree
the blood that’s shed for you and me
the sacrifice
the tears he cried
the pain that seared as nails pierced his hide
the crown of thorns upon his head
the agony as his forgiveness bled
our savior dies upon the cross
but our good Lord knows, it is not a loss
because the most precious gift of all
is his pain, his blood, given for all
for our sins, our hatred and greed
for our lust and tyranny
he takes the pain we all would endure
for the blackness we’ve brought into this world
and as he dies
as the temple falls
light floods in and we are strong
renewed by what he’s given us
held so fully in the Lord’s hands
forgiven
blessed
because of his light, we stand.