Jesus you were all to me, why did You die on Calvary?
Oh Lamb of God I fail to see, how could this be part of the plan?
They say that You're alive again. But I saw death and every sin, reach out to claim their darkest win. How could this be part of the plan?
If I could only hold Your hand, and touch the place where nails were driven.
I would need to feel Your side, where holy flesh be spear was riven.
Then I'd believe, only then I'd believe, Your cruel death, was part of a heavenly plan.
Holy presence, holy face, a vision filling time and space.
Your nearness makes my spirit race. Could this be part of the plan?
I see the wounds that cause the cry, from heaven ocean earth and sky.
When people watched their Savior die. Could this be part of the plan?
Reaching out to hold Your hand, and touch the place where nails were driven.
Coming near I feel Your side, where holy flesh by spear was riven.
Now, I believe. Jesus, now I believe, Your cruel death was part of a heavenly plan.
I proudly say, with blazon cry, You are my Lord and my God!
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