Set Free

I crawled along the dusty road to touch the bloodstained tree,
And hurled myself on towards the hill with hopes I’d be set free.

My bloody knees were cut and scraped, the ground became my fate;
Both palms were scratched and caked with dirt, I heaved and flung my weight.

I told myself to not loose heart, move on and reach your goal;
I wept and cried, endured the pain, I had to reach the knoll.

I’m almost there, I see His form, it’s just an inch or so;
There’s light, a beam about His head, arraying Spirit’s glow.

My eyes were locked upon His face, I heard the Savior speak;
His raspy words were hard to hear, His breathing was so weak.

The mass below heard what He said, forgive them Father, please,
They do not know the things they do; their sin I will appease.

And as He hung upon that cross, the Lamb, God’s only Son -
Afflicted, crushed, the Lord proclaimed, “It’s finished”, all is done.

The time was noon, and all turned black, the sky had lost its hue;
The rocks were split, the earth had quaked, the curtain tore in two.

The saints of old who were at rest, tombs opened, they were raised;
They marched into the city's square, and crowds looked on, amazed.

Then when the Lord rose from the earth, and sat upon His throne,
My heart rejoiced, I understood, His death was to atone.

My soul is filled with newfound faith, I'll serve Him with my all,
My legs aren’t healed, I can not walk, but I can always crawl.

He took my pain, I bear His cross, His love has set me free;
And soon I'll see my Lord because I touched that bloodstained tree.