| The Symbol It stood tall that day, High with pride The blood it had shed had made grown men cry Almighty and Powerful, could kill a hundred men it put fear in the hearts of those who loved sin It fed off the screams of agony and pain Such devious laughter for the Victory it gained Cast a shadow of grief for those who were defiant used for trepidation for this symbol was reliant It has seen tears, anger Hurt and Despair Till one day a Holy King had hung there But His blood was different it wasn't angry, sad , or scared His blood glistened with the love that it shared Blood with the power to turn filth into snow Blood with the power to make empty souls glow This blood so pure it had a man thrice redeemed And would soon rise again or so it seemed Could this King be a God The God of all creation The God who rescued Israel and entire holy nation But it can't be God The King of the Jews It can't be the Holy One that God had used For His people the Jews would not disobey Him So Holy and pure why would they betray Him The words He has spoken showed true love Touched with the Spirit as it Descended like a dove He converted the symbol That was once used for fear The Messiah isn't coming, the Messiah is here Why would this King Hang on this tree saying "My God, My God Why have you forsaken me?" No anger in His heart As He cried out once again The sweet fulfilling words of "Father Please forgive them" And as He gave up His Spirit While hanging up on high Saved the souls of those who loved Him as tears filled there eyes Knowing now looking back That this victory was no Joke For this symbol of fear now became one of hope |