What would have been our song, if You
would have responded No
Where would have we washed, if You
would have treated cross as a foe
Who would have been our Saviour, if You
would have said no to humility
When would have our liberation
arrived, if You would have ignored simplicity?
Oh! Wounded Lord; Carried a cross
like no other
Cross too holy, not once measured
with another
Perpetually treasurable; the same! Remains
a Healer
Standing ever, still! Offers our faith
a stanched Pillar.
Beloved Lord, You alone played this mighty
game
That refined humanity and took away our shame
Through Your agony, shouldered by a heavy cross
With love; So to cleanse us from our
sins, our cause.
Please, embed in us a reflective spirit
before Your Holy Cross
That everyone may be calm; to unload
one's heavy cross
Which repeatedly gives head a tough
and sleepless night
Delaying life from seeing her
glittering and true light.
Ever we pray, to unity with Your Holy Cross, oh Master
To achieve any delaying nice vision and mission faster
And to quickly grab Your grace, flowing
like a river
Standing wholly to bless and purify hearts
forever.
Please! Come to our aid, oh caring Lord
And tear our weaknesses with Your mighty
sword
That we may ever live to be liberated
As children who daily admire Your name, to
be celebrated.
