If You Must

The righteous Son delivered – ironically betrayed

into the hands of sinners – a blasphemous brigade

I would’ve wished Your freedom and cursed them as they cussed

But You had to face their leaders – so let them take You if You must

They’ll try You now for treason – You won’t deny a thing

They’ll say they’re within reason to kill their rightful King

I might’ve wished that Simon could’ve ground Your cross to dust

But, You’re the Cornerstone of Zion – so let them kill You if You must

If You must, then I trust there was just no other way

Through the darkness, death, and dust, to the everlasting day

If You must, then I know there is hope beyond the grave

Only held by letting go – if You must, what can I say?

The righteous Son entombed – His body had conceded

Friends wished Him embalmed but their herbs and spice weren’t needed

Earth’s core could not contain You – yeah, You crashed right through the crust

And no one on earth could claim You – You were heaven-bound or bust

All you cursed, do your worst