The Sword Fell Pierced Your Heart

arise there is a stirring in the wind the wings of an angelic dove with love solace by a early morning spring hearts will implode to a reasonable episode whispers down the cobblestone walkway waiting there cometh a man with a wooden cross a lone helper took it for a while he would climb on step at a time sought through love from the hands of time alone for a while in his stead crys heard from Golgotha's sight Mother Mary crying by the side along with that of brother James the flames of agony were put out once for all putting all our sin on that cross this was no tragic loss for in three days he would rise Herod once tried to snuff him out philosophers chose to see him as a blemish nor a spot they spit in his face they pulled his beard made him wear a crown of thorns sound the alarm the prongs of whom stripes i am healed we all should yield to his humble spirit at last was fulfilled spoken by the prophet Jeremiah there is none but higher mock him put him to scorn some try to curse the very day he was every born but he has forgiven in spite of the sin that was put on him yet the yoke of tyranny will not be taken from us his dominion is the everlasting dominion that shall not pass away a dominion that shall not be destroyed for he yoke is easy & burden is light never relent to ever give up on the fight Jesus