Leaving, the grace of his father,
becoming a man.
He gave us a hope for the future,
though born from the sand.
Wonders, performed through his father
proved him, the light.
A gift to mankind from his maker
a torch in the night.
Tempted, by a great evil,
testing his stand.
His reason, his faith, never waived,
feet firm to the land.
Stones were, tossed all upon him,
breaking his heart.
These creatures, forgive them, my father
he said, from the start.
Hung to, die as man's traitor
his followers cried.
The earth shook, the sky mourned, like people
God tearfully replied.
Softly, he enters heaven
pure like a dove.
So gentle, so clean, in the light,
Sitting, up on his new throne,
we wait his return.
The trumpets will sound off as angels,
bring peace that we've earned.