Cruelty abounded that day long ago.
Reality fulfilled prophecy as your blood began to flow.
Underneath a sky, that blackened about noon that day,
Christ, you hanging high on that tree, had nothing to say.
In all your pain and suffering you hung there ever brave.
For you knew all of humanity you had to save.
In your final moments, you called to God above,
Enduring all this agony was the ultimate act of love.
Declaring it is finished, you let your spirit soar,
You fulfilled every prophecy spoken long before