The last few days

By Erik Farstad

The last few days

I look around and see all your faces.
I bring you the truth, but you turn on my graces.
I heal your wounded and raise your dead.
You turn on me and call out for my head.
I am the Son of God, I bring you your freedom!
You call it heresy and deny me my kingdom.

The day is coming soon, it’s time for me to die.
You don’t understand, "It’s for you!"  And so I cry.
I go to the garden, on my knees I pray.
"Oh, Father please forgive them,
they don’t know what they say."
You take me before your rulers yelling, "Crucify Him!"
You break me, you beat me and put me on a limb.

I now hang above your world that I came to save.
While you rejoice, waiting to put me in my grave.
I say, "It is finished!"  My life on earth is over.
You put me in a cave, with a stone cover.
Three days later I rise, defeating death forever.
I look into Satan’s eyes and say, "Never!"

I look around and see all your faces.
I bring you life, will you turn on my graces?
I healed your wounded and raised your dead.
If you turn on me now, it may be your head.
I am the Son of God, I bring you your freedom!
You can accept me now and enter my Kingdom.