Wretched, worthless soul — broken, torn apart, standing at the Skull
Who am I, who are you, why do I stare helplessly at your torn feet
What are these tattered, helpless arms, lacerated chest, thorned head?
This is my body, which is broken for you…
But it cannot be you, I won’t let myself see you on that tree
Beaten and dejected, why you of all people hanging on the twisted cross
Hands, feet pierced as your precious blood spills slowly, slowly out!
This is the new covenant in my blood, poured out for you…
Who put you there, who thieves your every last breath as you hang there
Oh God, it was me, it is I who drove in the nails, your love holding you there
Me, me, oh wretched me, after all I have done ripping your world apart!
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do…
I’ve wept, been angry, run away in fear and disgust, you called me back
I despaired and anguished and you were there, I didn’t even say thanks
Oh God, is it too late to thank you, to repay, to do more than simply believe?
Today, you will be with me in paradise…
Oh please don’t go, not now, not when I’m finally realizing who you are
Don’t let it be too late, I finally begin to see the plan, the one you had all along
Let me take your place, let me be the one to pay, you cannot be on that cross!
Father, into your hands I commit my spirit…
Oh God, it is too late, I am too late, I cannot save you from taking my place
I did it all, I take the blame, yet I’m free; guilt-stricken, but you forgive me
The plan is done, complete, but did you really have to die for me?
It is finished.
Yet only through your death I might live, through your pain might I be free
You paid the ultimate price, offered your life that I might live for you one day
No wonder they call you the Savior…