Can I hate what brought me life?
Can I love what caused you pain?
My heart knows not what to feel,
For the cross where you were slain.
The beauty of your love revealed,
within the horror of the cost.
Daring to give everything
To reclaim what you had lost.
The innocent one suffers;
The guilty all go free;
And justice now becomes unjust
To release such glorious mercy.
Can I love what caused you pain?
My heart knows not what to feel,
For the cross where you were slain.
The beauty of your love revealed,
within the horror of the cost.
Daring to give everything
To reclaim what you had lost.
The innocent one suffers;
The guilty all go free;
And justice now becomes unjust
To release such glorious mercy.