Song | Cross Of Glory |
Artist | Michael Card |
Album | The Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Card | |
Michael Card | |
From the pages of the prophets | |
He stepped out into the world | |
And walked the earth in lowly majesty | |
For He had been creator | |
A creature now was He | |
Come to bare love's sacred mystery | |
He the Truth was called a liar | |
The only lover hated so | |
He was many times a martyr before He died | |
Forsaken by the Father | |
Despised by all the world | |
He alone was born to be the crucified | |
Chorus | |
Upon the cross of Glory | |
His death was life to me | |
A sacrifice of love's most sacred mystery | |
And death rejoice to hold Him | |
For soon He would be free | |
For love must always have the victory | |
Though no rhyme could ever tell it | |
And no words could ever say | |
And no cord is foul enough to sing the pain | |
Still we feel the burden | |
And suffer with your song | |
You love us so and yet you bid us sing | |
Repeat Chorus | |
For love must always have the victory |
zuo qu : Card | |
Michael Card | |
From the pages of the prophets | |
He stepped out into the world | |
And walked the earth in lowly majesty | |
For He had been creator | |
A creature now was He | |
Come to bare love' s sacred mystery | |
He the Truth was called a liar | |
The only lover hated so | |
He was many times a martyr before He died | |
Forsaken by the Father | |
Despised by all the world | |
He alone was born to be the crucified | |
Chorus | |
Upon the cross of Glory | |
His death was life to me | |
A sacrifice of love' s most sacred mystery | |
And death rejoice to hold Him | |
For soon He would be free | |
For love must always have the victory | |
Though no rhyme could ever tell it | |
And no words could ever say | |
And no cord is foul enough to sing the pain | |
Still we feel the burden | |
And suffer with your song | |
You love us so and yet you bid us sing | |
Repeat Chorus | |
For love must always have the victory |
zuò qǔ : Card | |
Michael Card | |
From the pages of the prophets | |
He stepped out into the world | |
And walked the earth in lowly majesty | |
For He had been creator | |
A creature now was He | |
Come to bare love' s sacred mystery | |
He the Truth was called a liar | |
The only lover hated so | |
He was many times a martyr before He died | |
Forsaken by the Father | |
Despised by all the world | |
He alone was born to be the crucified | |
Chorus | |
Upon the cross of Glory | |
His death was life to me | |
A sacrifice of love' s most sacred mystery | |
And death rejoice to hold Him | |
For soon He would be free | |
For love must always have the victory | |
Though no rhyme could ever tell it | |
And no words could ever say | |
And no cord is foul enough to sing the pain | |
Still we feel the burden | |
And suffer with your song | |
You love us so and yet you bid us sing | |
Repeat Chorus | |
For love must always have the victory |