The Father's Son

He wasn't loved by everyone But He was Love The Father's Son He bore our sorrows Wears the scars When He died For all of ours ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::Then to the Father :;: :::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::Said the Son:::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::"Forgive them,:::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::These things they've done." :::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sometime we carry Wounds & Scars The battles rage on This earth of ours. When bitter battles Rage about Sometimes the pain Can cause us doubt A doubt....a wound Upon our hearts Confusion, sorrows Painful darts He carries these as well My friends Holding them in nail Scarred Hands In this world, Tribulations But He overcame Bringing salvation Darts are flying And pain is Flung Upon the old and Very young This world is full of So much danger But from his birth Laid in a manger He lived a life He died a death He was raised up Giver of breath He paid the cost To pay the debt And save the lost And loves us yet He isn't loved By everyone But He is Love The Father Son