Michael Card Cross Of Glory
Michael Card From the pages of the prophets He stepped out into the world And walked the earth in lowly majesty For He had been creator A creature now was He Come to bare love's sacred mystery He the Truth was called a liar The only lover hated so He was many times a martyr before He died Forsaken by the Father Despised by all the world He alone was born to be the crucified Chorus Upon the cross of Glory His death was life to me A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery And death rejoice to hold Him For soon He would be free For love must always have the victory Though no rhyme could ever tell it And no words could ever say And no cord is foul enough to sing the pain Still we feel the burden And suffer with your song You love us so and yet you bid us sing Repeat Chorus For love must always have the victory
