You stabbed a spear in my side,
You spit on my pride,
You whipped me as I cried,
And you laughed as I died.
Though hard I had tried,
To serve as your guide,
With my arms open wide
As you stole and you lied.
I knew you couldn't see,
That I wasn't the enemy,
That I wanted to set you free,
But you nailed me to a tree.
But really, it's you who is the slave,
And really for you, my life I gave,
And really it's you, I want to save,
That's why I rose from the grave.
So to those who feel alone,
Who feel like they have no back-bone
Who wish comfort to them be known,
Trust in me, and freedom you will own.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
You stabbed a spear in my side,
You spit on my pride,
You whipped me as I cried,
And you laughed as I died.
Though hard I had tried,
To serve as your guide,
With my arms open wide
As you stole and you lied.
I knew you couldn't see,
That I wasn't the enemy,
That I wanted to set you free,
But you nailed me to a tree.
But really, it's you who is the slave,
And really for you, my life I gave,
And really it's you, I want to save,
That's why I rose from the grave.
So to those who feel alone,
Who feel like they have no back-bone
Who wish comfort to them be known,
Trust in me, and freedom you will own.
