Stepping down from your holy throne,
You took the fall and thought of me,Your garment; tainted for my deeds.
Brutalized flesh was left in your peel.
In Golgotha, you lay your bed for me to rest my bones.
Blameless lamb became the guilty one,
Atoning for my transgressions.
Through death, life rekindled in me,
Lost faith anew again.
Your sweat mixed with great drops of blood that flowed,
Purifying my impurity,
to reconcile my lost soul,
Bringing home the hope of eternity.
From Nigeria 🇳🇬