My hands were tied from cords of rope

But it was my heart that bound me there 

The pain from each strike could not compare

To the pain I felt for each lost soul

For every lash I shed a tear 

Not from the pain, but a tear of joy 

Every stripe upon my broken body

Gladly taken for your healing

Knowing this, I did all this for you 

As I felt the blood running down my back and down my Brow

My heart swelled with love for I knew this would bring you home

As my skin became crimson red, you were washed white 

Beaten battered and marred beyond what mortal form could bare

Divine wrath poured out on heaven’s spotless lamb

They thought to turn me into a Mockery and shame 

But this was how I won my greatest victory

Adorned in purple, and a crown of thorns 

I was prepared for my greatest triumph

Pierced and hung upon that tree

Where shame and grace collide

The beautiful agony

Where the only worthy one

Took the place of the forsaken

Raised high upon that hill

I became a rest for the weary and downtrodden

Where all could lift their eyes 

And find true hope

Tetelestai I cried with my last breath

As the darkness rolled in

They pierced my side, and tore my garments

A stone was rolled over my grave

A final period to end the story

I woke at first in total darkness

The light of glory began to shine 

My body filled with divine power

My resurrection, became your hope

My story was not over

The period was just a comma

No grave nor stone

Could withstand my glory

The might of heaven

Standing the highest victory

No sin, no grave or tomb

No accuser left to tout your shame

For if you place your hope in me

Accept the way the truth the life

And come to sonship

A child of heaven

Return to the Father’s love and embrace 

Adorned in robes of white

Made whole from this broken state

For this is why I chose to come

And climb upon that tree of broken shame