The racing beat
Within his breast
The intense stretch
across his chest.

Outstretched arms
As if to fly
But nailed to a cross
And left to die.

No more teaching
No more prayer
No more living
In a world unfair.

At his crimson feet
A few weeps and cries
But no pity seen
In the soldiers' eyes.

Forgive them Father
He made his plee
For soon I will
Return to Thee.

Died he did
That day on the mount
And laid in a tomb
Three days the count.

When time approached
The savior did rise
And joined his Father
In Heaven's skies.

But promised to return
To his lambs of earth
And with his coming
Bring Rebirth.