My God my God!
Stop your movements for a moment
Howbeit on holy ground I've trod
When I've offered not atonement?
Though I've pleaded for repentance
And my hearts been torn in two,
My tears add up to little penance
For what I've done to you.
I am the soldier who tore your flesh,
And struck your bleeding body to the ground.
I stabbed your side my God to see your blood run fresh,
And your holy head with thorns I crowned.
I mocked you as you bleed and died,
And offered me forgiveness.
And I sat at ease while tears of blood you cried,
My God I cannot bear this.
How can I claim to be your son,
When I've spit in your face?
Why did you to my hell run?
I have not earned your grace.
Blood, blood I see,
The sacred crimson life of God,
Poured out for the rebel son that’s me.
You now shower me in grace and love.
I do not understand.
My God, you say go and sin no more,
But sin is what I've done.
But if love is what you were bleeding for,
Then kneeling now I come.
My Lord I cannot repay,
The passion that you adorn,
But this at least I can say,
I will guide, God willing, many souls to be reborn.
And enter into this unearned bliss,
That you our God has given us.