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