This Holy Week Allow all on this world To Seek Only Your Face As each step You took Upon this dust Was meant to completely Erase Every single, last trace For each and every soul Of any or all Of their deepest disgrace
As palms were laid at Your feet You came riding always and only To seek Our completed well-being Which as You hung from the Nails Was all before Your face You chose to be seeing As the skies darkened The earth shook Rocks split As actually You could have Within your temporary flesh’s life Never ever did You just simply the saving Choose To Quit!!