The Shrine

As my eyes I lower, and my head I bow
I can see the Blood stream down His brow
He did it for us, He came down from on High
Taught us a lot and prepared to die
He knelt in the garden and prayed for you and me
I wonder what He went through in Gadsemede
How would you feel, if it were you, that night?
Wouldn’t you want to run, or perhaps even fight?
Think of the feeling, of waiting for pain
Of being spit on and stripped it would drive me insane
Knowing the road you must walk the next day
Being deserted as you surrender and pray
How did He feel, as He knelt down and wept
He needed His friends, but instead they slept
Imagine His heart as it began to race
of seeing Judas walk up and kiss His face
Imagine the grief as He said “Hurry up
Do what you must” then He drank from the cup
How would you feel to have every choice
Knowing you must suffer, and not raise your voice
He must think we are treasure to take on this thing
We treat Him so common, when in fact He’s our King
King Jesus He died and He suffered so deep
It must hurt God so bad, that we treat Him so cheap
He died as the price, to have all of me
He became the prisoner, so that I could go free
King Jesus THE EMPEROR the ONE for all time,
From this day forward, my heart..is YOUR shrine.

The Holy Spirit
via Tammy Porter 98