What was has become what is.

I am just a splinter in His flesh

As His blood trickles out, I help His death

I am just a nail pinning Him

Keeping Him from life's lovely whims

I am just a crown made of thorns

Destroying flesh like veils torn

I am just a voice mocking God

Saying he is nothing more than a fraud

I am just a soldier in ignorance

Torturing gladly, with bloody bliss

I am just a Pharisee denying His claims

Denying the Father, His glorious name

I am just a sinner piercing grace

As the blood, runs down His face

I am unjust so He bled much more

To be my shepherd, the very door

He is love, beautiful, free

Unmatched, holy, Deity

Now I am His alone

The death we share

For His glory to be shown

Trinity & heir

I was in death

From my birth

But He brought me to heaven 

Away from earth

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